I’m in NYC again. My sister has cancer. It was detected early, and it’s expected that she’ll recover. I talked to my therapist yesterday, and that helped me with perspective. I’m alternating between sleeping too much, and insomnia. It’s disorienting. Flying so often isn’t helping. I’m functioning on a 3-second delay, and my ability to speak aloud is flaky at present. I felt it start to flee twice while talking to my therapist. I think she reacted instinctively by jumping in whenever words started dropping off. It was helpful.
I brought my cat with me this time. I’m pretty sure I’ll never get her in her carrier again. She spent a while hiding under my bed. Then she found a mirror, and resumed talking to her reflection. “Oh, you got dragged here too? What happened to the treats?” She gets pretty loud when she does this, but it’s hilarious. I need to remember to record it on my phone. I left a new, sealed jigsaw puzzle in my new place. Each time, I’ll leave something enticing, but not my cat. She’s so put out that she woke up at 3:28 AM, just to yell at me, then curled back into a ball behind my knees and went to sleep. She’s so weird. I love her.