Life and death

One of the cats died on Friday afternoon. When I say died, I mean that I had her put to sleep. She was 17 1/2 and I'd had her since she was 5 weeks old. She had developed a bacterial infection of her heart and was experiencing great difficulty in doing anything and was undoubtedly suffering. After 3 very expensive days at the vet's office, I had no choice. The vet and his staff were kind and considerate. Now she sleeps "the big sleep" as Chandler would say.

The Academy Awards are on TV as I write, but I loathe the self-congratulatory sycophancy that is Hollywood and I won't be watching it.

I just had a thought...

and I don't get many, so this is special.

If my blog is called Nomad, how come I don't write about my travels?