So close to that day

Today was supposed to be my last day at work. Why am I not there? On Tuesday my mother's cousin Barry died. The funeral is at 11 this morning, so I'm going to that and dad is doing the work at the tree place. I already look like I'm about to cry--I'm getting attacked by pollen again... or suddenly I've become allergic to make-up as well, which will piss me off if that is so.
I got the email from mum yesterday telling me that, and also that my cat, Sam, disappeared on Tuesday and she fears he may have been got by the coyotes. She feared that once before, around the same time The Princess disappeared, only he came back. Let's see just how many lives my cat has. Poor Marbles is all alone now.

Fin.