I never know how to make these kinds of announcements so that they don’t seem as though I’m trying for peoples’ sympathies or something, but my maternal grandfather — my Puppy — passed away this morning. My mom’s already down there, and my dad, sister and I will be heading there Friday morning.
It’s funny how our minds work in times like these; I’m sad, but I don’t think it’s really going to hit me until I get down there. At the same time, I’m giggling a bit because Venus is being snuggly, while also whining for me to play with her and running into walls at the same time.
Now if only I wasn’t possibly coming down with some kind of stupid chest cold, I might … well, not feel better, but you know.