I woke up. Super groggy. I had stayed up watching first, "Breaking Bad" and then, the first part of "Before Sunset." God I like that movie.
I made myself some lunch and I threw a roast in the crock pot.
I dropped Sarah at the mall. I've done this too many times to count this summer.
I picked up Sarah, Tori, and Elena at the mall and brought them back here. Good thing the mall is 5 minutes from my house.
I went to my gym and got my ass kicked by Emily the trainer.
I went to the gas station and filled up my car.
As I stood there in the oppressive August heat filling my tank, my phone rang. It was Jennifer. I answered, jokingly, "There must be some major crisis if you're calling me." (Our preferred method of communication is texting.)
I drove like a mad woman to Jen's house. In the car I called the clinic I thought was her veterinary clinic. They put me on hold. When they came back on the line I asked if this was Jennifer's vet and the girl told me she was just on the other line with Jennifer. Of course.
I got to Jen's house and helped her do the things you do when you find your 17-year-old cat dead.
I picked up Sarah from dance.
And was happy I had a roast ready for dinner.
Rest in peace, sweet Broussard. Just a week ago you made me laugh so hard I could not get a hold of myself. Somehow, I feel you had a hand in today and that you went out on your own schedule. Thanks for taking good care of my friend for so many years.