I am the consummate loner. Is it bad That I don't fear death As much As I do the years of dying Alone?

I'm turning this over in my head as I take a bath while fighting this stupid cold virus, and when I emerge a kitty greets me at the bottom of the stairs as if to say, "I'm here!" She's been clinging to me today during this stupid funk. I am grateful for her every day. Even when she poops in the living room. Just don't tell her that.

And now, I'm going to get a popsicle and some more Effexor. --regan