It's snowing outside. I hate snow. It's never deep enough and then it freezes and gets icy and I can't walk.
I did nanowrimo this year, and I won
My novel is in no way finished, though. My poor heroine is running away from her kidnappers but won't get any further until I write some more.
I think my little cat Kimburu got run over
She went out on Friday evening and hasn't been back since, and we got a call after putting leaflets through every door in the neighbourhood to say someone had spoken to a motorist who was in tears after hitting a cat that matched her description. People keep telling me not to give up hope, that she may come back, but people kept saying that lymphoma was one of the most treatable cancers, that after a few rounds of chaemo mum would be able to come home, but she still died. I have no hope left, only tears. Tears for my little buru, and tears for the fact that mum isn't there to comfort me, either. Kimburu sat with me after mummy died. She used to miaow herself hoarse outside our bedroom door in the morning, wanting to come in. Now Chui sits with me in the evenings instead. I can't tell if Chui misses Kimburu or not - they used to hiss at each other quite a bit, but I think they kept each other company too.
Anyway, 2010 needs to hurry up and end. It needs to be spring time again, and I need to be able to stop feeling like this.