Went out to store even though it was damned chilly today.
Bought junk food.
Ate, felt sick, ate, felt sick, ate, felt sick and so on.
Got Meow Mix for porch kitties, but still doled out some softies.
JR is sleeping next to me. We've been watching his namesake in the Dallas movies. My friend--as you might have guessed from the cat names--has all the Dallas seasons. The movies were truly execrable, we watched them on fast forward. (Cause all we really want to see are JR and Sue Ellen right?)
I've finally got my laptop plugged in, to the router in the basement. I've enjoyed my mostly internet-break this week, but it's time to catch up.
Been fighting off impending-leaving-my-fambly depression all week. Used meditation--I would meditate until the sick feeling left my stomach. I don't think it will work for the junk food.
Continued reading the Martha Beck book. Edited a novella.
Friend comes home Sunday, so tomorrow evening I'll head home. Leave indoor and outdoor kittehs a stack of niblets.