update

Things are going better around here, after a rather rough week; for my part, the erratic sleep pattern I've been in since helping Mom move has abated, and I'm no longer having nightmares which push far too many childhood buttons. More importantly, Boogie is doing better; she went to see Pirates 3 last night, and she and I had a nice chat about the Gilliam influence on the film. (Those scenes where they're sailing in the sea of stars, on the way to the Locker? Straight out of Munchausen.) She's beginning to adapt to Priscilla's loss, too; she's creating a MySpace page for her, and contemplating temporarily "foster adopting" cats- temporarily taking in cats who are deaf, blind, or otherwise impaired, who would otherwise be unlikely candidates for adoption. She has a shrine of sorts to Priscilla in her room: impressions of her pawprints, some of her fur, and her ashes. We keep talking about doing some sort of ritual for her; perhaps some sort of small serivce in the park this weekend; I don't know. Boogie is feeling better, and Priscilla is at least free from pain, and that's what matters most.