...with backdrop of dying cat

It's official -- we're not having a good cat year. We already lost Hobbes; now we've learned that Rafe has lymphoma on or around his stomach, the same thing his brother Frankenstein died from in 2008. Well, we knew something was wrong and now we know what. :-( heisenbug has decided not to go with chemo or surgery this time, but just to treat with Prednisone -- basically palliative care to make Rafe feel better for the couple of months he has left. I tried really hard not to influence that decision, which wasn't mine to make, but I do support it, and I'm proud of the bug for evolving his stance on pet end-of-life.

Work's also been pretty brutal (a story there in itself, if I were allowed to tell it), and I've been physically low-energy thanks to a cold that hit me last Friday. Better now, though.

With so much going on very close to my heart, in my body, in my home, all events further away are blurred; I haven't followed the Snowden thing, and I only know about today's SCOTUS rulings on Prop 8 and DOMA because of LJ alerting me to keep an ear open. I didn't even vote in yesterday's special election even though I had a preference between candidates... apfelsingail was visiting and I had acro to do, and the radius of my attention is small. The world will have to take care of itself for a while.

Minor mystery

Also: the skin on all my fingertips is peeling, all at once. A belated response to scuffing up my hands when I went bouldering 3+ weeks ago? Sudden-onset leprosy?

Bodies are really weird.