So when I woke up yesterday morning, I looked at Monty's gigantic swollen face of hugeness, and it was...less huge. The swelling had started to go down!

And once I convinced myself that I wasn't imagining things, I canceled his vet appointment, because I'm not dragging an 18 year old cat into a carrier and the car to be poked and prodded and so on unless I'm certain that it is absolutely necessary. And if his face is going down, then it is not necessary.

And then later I looked at his face and saw a big sore on his jaw, clearly where it had popped, and I washed it and dabbed it and so on, and it didn't appear to hurt him at all and I think he is going to be just fine.

Omar had worked on Tchotchkes some more with what we had talked about last night, and he emailed it to me, then we read it out loud together on the phone and worked out the kinks.

It's fun doing this writing thing together! I've never really written with anyone before, and in this case I'm not really the writer, it's his baby and he is doing all of the actual writing, but I am helping with the structure and suggesting ideas and telling him the things that don't work and so on.

And the commas and apostrophes. I am vital to the commas and apostrophes.

One thing I forgot to say in this entry was that at the end of the 2 1/2 hour conversation that Omar and I had, I ended up telling him how hurt and upset I was those two weeks that he disappeared, and how I knew that it wasn't about me, but that that didn't change the fact that I was really affected.

I will pause as you all recover. I realize that the last time I told a man how I really felt was when my father asked me if I wanted a candy bar or not, but maybe I'm starting to grow up a little. Go figure!

Lenten entries missed:

StealthPunch took the dog to the vet, saw Erasure, and for her sins, worked on the American Idol movie.

Today's horoscope:
Motivation is sweet. Just by having the will to get up and go, you're qualified to sample a whole new range of flavors. News from far away comes exactly when you need to hear it.

One year ago today:
"Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!" I yelled, "You almost poked me in the eye! With the hook! The pointy hook!" "Maybe you were squirted with the water." "No! Hook! Poked! EYE!!"

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