I wrote that the landlord was selling the house. I had started to write a post in which the landlord called to say she had decided NOT to sell the house and how this both pleased me and pissed me off. I was overjoyed that the kids and I didn't have to move, but frustrated over the ridiculous amount of sleepless nights, crying jags and flow charts her inital declaration had caused.
But then, alas, another call....She IS selling the house. A fickle creature my landlord is appearing to be. Fuck.
Now after a impromtu trip to the vet, it appears that Freckles has lymphoma. He may have between 30-60 days to live....or less. I'll know more on Thursday evening.....
Fuck. If I believed in such stuff, I'd think that some asshole deity had a hit out on me and mine....Welcome to my snowglobe.