Tonight is my cat's last night at home before she boards while I'm on vacation. We leave Saturday but too early to drop her off. I hate that for her. And I hate it for me. I'll miss her so much. I always do. Tomorrow night will be weird; I'll talk to her and she won't be here.


I can't believe it is already vacation time. This has been scheduled for about a year. We have a rental at the beach. My sister's family is coming and it will be so nice to spend time with my nieces. They are almost 12 and almost 15 and too busy with their own lives to spend a lot of time with us anymore like they did when they were little. They've had music things lately that I've had to miss because of my nausea.

Hoping to sleep tonight. I put in a big day so I should be tired enough after last night. But who knows what controls sleep?