Finally, others understand. A man who I was supposed to interview on his niche business finally was free, after traveling for weeks. However, I had told him I wasn't. I was overwhelmed. For one thing I had to get up to speed on a ghostwriting book assignment. But even more depleting was that I had to continue with tests for my 18-year-old cat Jason. The businessman agreed to wait another week. He seemed compassionate.
So far a lot of nasty stuff has been ruled out. The vet needs to check his kidneys. The fake litter the vet gave me to catch urine at home didn't work. Jason was having none of that. So, now I have to go over to the vet's and find out what other ways we can get urine and at what cost. That will be tomorrow. Meanwhile I am a basket case of worry.
But come Mother's Day, the pain will be forgotten as Jason and I curl up on the sofa, me reading, he purring. He will look into my eyes with such trust. Mothers around the world who earned that should feel such a sense of satisfaction and joy next Sunday.