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I am feeling a little calmer about the Muffin situation today. I still feel like someone punched me in the chest a little. I understand that Muffin is old and fat and her time has to come sooner or later. She has had a good life. Her life with me anyway. I don't think she had a the best time before I adopted her, but since she's been with me she has been pampered.

I didn't expect it to hit me so hard. I knew I loved my little buddy, but I didn't think I'd feel the grief quite like this. You never know how something is going to hurt.

Not much else happened this weekend. It has been very quiet with everyone minus Shelly out on the islands. I wish so much that I was on vacation too. I have to go to work tomorrow. My coworker Nancy is out all week and my boss will be at her desk most of the time covering for her. Blech. This means she'll be there to watch me like a hawk and be all fakey-fake nice.

At least next weekend is a three-day weekend. I'm looking forward to that a lot. I'm hoping to spend at least one day hiking or something.
The weekend after that is my race, so there are some things to look forward to.