Behold: The cat.
Now, there are a few potential issues that need to be ironed out, and I will probably be worried sick until he’s actually in my arms. My urge right now is to write a list of everything that could possibly go wrong, and of course a to-do list to prevent each thing. But, the adoption agency says I can have him. I’m going to name him Lucky.
Yes, I recognize that a turtle and a cat cannot be the only sentient beings in my life besides me. My plan is that they will boost my mood enough that I’ll be able to reverse the inertia. Once I’m mentally okay enough to go back to work, I will be well on my way to making friends.
I read in The Happiness Hypothesis that the greatest amount of joy usually occurs before a positive event is finalized. So that is me right now. I’m going to try really hard to go back to work on Oct 30, because my social worker convinced me that I wasn’t a fraud. That was also good news, on quite a few levels.
I think that once my turtle and I have a cat to bring us good luck, we’ll be okay.
