It's a dark day at the bickleyhouse today.
Christi and Rachel just came back from the vet.
Without Juliet.
Poor little thing apparently had some fatal kitty disease called F.I.P. Rachel made a very difficult decision.
God, I hurt for her right now.
All of the, you know, positive-sounding things that I could say right now just sound kind of empty. You know, "all things work for good," blah, blah, blah.
Sometimes, the reality is, life just sucks. It gets better, sure. And the above-mentioned Bible verses and stuff are certainly true.
But down in the trenches, today, life sucks.
To make matters even more depressing, Grandmama is probably on her way out. She's having more of those little "mini-strokes," AKA TIAs. But she's, like, almost 95. She has been ready to go for a while, and feels like God is just keeping her around for basically no reason except to suffer. And from our point of view, it kind of appears that way.