Day Two hundred and twenty three - This is your life

I set out to write down the story of my life when I started these regular posts, and I went in knowing that it would always be somewhat incomplete, not only because I don't remember everything and also because there are some stories that I chose to omit. That choice will be explained in one of the last posts I write this year. Throughout these months I've managed to steadily tell that story, but I've been derailed as of late. If I'm honest, I can't even remember the last post I wrote about this particular subject matter. 

But I do know where I was in the timeline - it would be sometime during 2020-2021. I have been finding it hard how to break down each individual year into worthwhile entries, because - truth be told - nothing relevant has happened to me in that time frame. The only thing of real note, I'd say, was how I went from having zero cats to now having four cats. It began with just the one, then some time later her sister came to live with us, and what an adventure that was - she ran away from home, and was missing for a few months. In the meantime we'd lost hope of ever finding her again, and my son brought us another cat - a male one this time. Not long after that we heard that some people in the neighborhood had found our runaway cat. So for a little while we had three cats - but close to the end of 2021 the one that had run away fell suddenly ill, and though we rushed her to the vet, she sadly passed away a couple of days later. It completely broke my heart, because I was the one who had to give the go ahead for the euthanasia. Then, either just before the end of that year or early 2022, my son brought us the male cat's sister - and it's been the three of them up until this week, when my son gave us a tiny little kitten, which we are still nursing and trying to make sure that he stays in good health.

When it comes to work, every day is exactly like the day before, my personal life - hah! what life, really? - hasn't changed one iota since before the pandemic even began. And these past four years were mainly going to work, then getting drunk after work, and then rinse and repeat. I can't tell a single day apart, let alone an entire year. And that's mostly out of choice - somewhere along the way I made the clear and conscious decision to refrain from participating in life altogether. I knew - deep down, I knew - that the best thing I could do both for me and for everyone else was to keep myself even more to myself. My space became even more of a haven, and nothing has really been different these past few years. But is this everything? Well, no. There are more stories. But I have told all I have to tell, at least for the moment.