So, most songs went fine, the audience didn't notice either way, we had fun, and R___ was there, who I had not seen in four months. After the concert, we packed her bicycle into the trunk of my car, went for pizza and talked a lot, mostly about school, and the problems of living in an upper middle class exurb, from self-righteous SAHMs to whether the kids will get in trouble if their mother is seen bathing in the canal that passes behind the house. I was whining a lot about cats and work, because I just had another week from hell. Ten days ago I bought a newspaper and some peaches. I haven't read the newspaper nor eaten the peaches yet because I had no time to do it. I don't know how women with children cope.
Little Cat still has seizures. I have built him a padded cell in a big cardboard box, where he can run headfirst against the walls without hurting himself. Of course, it doesn't do any good if I'm away or asleep. And he got a prescription for valium. My medicine cabinet starts looking strange.