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January looks like it's going to be a busy month. Already I'm forgetting to ditch 09 and start using 10 when dating entries here at heptapod.org. Spot is ill, she has hepatic lipidosis which has a 90% recovery rate and getting her back into the pink is going to take a lot of work.

Now that the holiday season is over I am beginning the job search anew and hopefully will find something near his new neighborhood. Lee tells me that the final closing is going to happen sometime in January. My beloved and dear wife is having me see a therapist on Monday afternoon and I need to see a doctor soon about my gouty big toe on my left foot and see what the hell I can do for my left leg which is pretty much gimped from overstressing it back in February 2009.

On top of all this is the act of moving into a new home. All the work of cleaning out another apartment, getting all the shit out of storage to be brought to our house, unpacking everything and then finally settling down. Hopefully this will be done while one of us is bringing in more income than right now since I'm living off my dwindling savings and Lee does her fantastic consulting work in addition to her sales gig.

You think I'm going to find time for heptapod.org?

Maybe.

I dunno.

On the bright side I'll be able to abandon Lee in the house, wander out to a cold garage, sit in a folding chair and read in peace while she's regaled with the Most Shocking American Survivors of the Past Decade featuring Judith Sheindlin. (moar liek judge jew-dy amirite?) Also the promise of a brand new larger bed with the promise of a better night's sleep.

I sincerely hope that Spot will begin eating on her own sometime in the near future.

i.e. before the end of the month.

Force feeding a cat followed by three medicines, two liquid and one pill, is a messy, stressful and vicious affair.

On Saturday night I attended a New Year's party with people I knew before I went to Colorado. Hope you'll note the fact that I didn't write 'old friends'. I figure everything's different even though it's probably the same just the only difference lay with me.

A pleasant enough evening of conversation followed by watching outtakes from a Russian version of the film 2012 then heading upstairs to hear someone earnestly discuss current events and politics until he leaves and everyone else just talks about movies and books. Godzilla movies which we started out discussing the version of Godzilla directed by the same guy who directed 2012. The books were World War Z, which I dislike, and Dies the Fire, which I very dislike.

I don't know the people anymore, I want to talk to them one-on-one rather than have some roundtable and basically I felt like a ghost wandering through a place where he's not even remembered as an individual.

When I got home Lee and I talked while eating chicken rings from White Castle before heading to bed.