Mon chaton qui s’appellait Bâton

I was told this week how bad things come in threes; maybe there will be a third September 11th in my life. Today, Bâton is dead. He is in my refrigerator, still, in a clear plastic bag, where I still examine his beautiful paws. As he was an animal who had no rights and was …

Days Without Sugar: Day 50 (again)

Hump Day! Halfway to 100! It’s all downhill coasting from here. Had I been stronger, or at least slower, giving myself time to think more, on the evening of December 25th, I’d today be preparing for an imminent Day 125. That regret really motivates me now, today. I’ve thought lately that 150 days would be …