Today looks like it probably won't be a great one. On top of trying to finish two projects in the office -- and being distracted by Dave Barry's efforts to help us get more done in the office -- my mother-in-law is going in for a biopsy today on a mass they found in her pelvis over the weekend. No one thinks that it is malignant, but she told J that she does expect to have to have a hysterectomy. I'm not sure if that will be soon, as in the next couple of weeks, or sometime this spring, but certainly, we'll take some time off to help her recovery.
And the vet called yesterday to let us know that Cyrano's ashes are back at the clinic whenever we're ready to come for them. I'm sure that won't be as easy as it feels like it will be.
In our house there we have a small altar set up, and it seems to be filling up with containers of our pets' remains. Cyrano's will be the fourth. We've talked about combining all of them into one urn, which I seem to remember being a tribal custom from somewhere in South America, though I could be wrong. Either way, I like the idea of them being all together again.