Feeling a bit better. Went to see the goats. It is impossible not to be happy when I am around them. Beautiful, wonderful creatures. I broke out the hazelnuts and immediately had all four goats running circles around me, fighting for the nuts, Vanilje constantly jumping up on me. Like a big circus. They sure like their nuts. Good thing I’m a bit nutty.

Other nice things: I secured myself a ticket to Tina Dickow’s concert in February. Front row centre seats, more or less, as far as I can tell. That’ll be something. My previous concerts I have usually been sitting out in the side, hiding away. It will be interesting to be right in the thick of things.

Also the TMU site work is going well I think. I have cooked up a java-free version and they seem to be happy with it. A couple of things to fix and some pictures to insert. Almost done. I was a little worried when I found out that their menu was coded in javascript. But I seem to have managed. That makes me happy. I’m happy being able to do something for them, because I feel they have done a lot for me.

I finally unpacked my oven. Remember I bought an oven? Ages ago. It has been standing on the floor all this time. But now it’s unpacked and I have used it for the first time too. I made pita breads. I was going to put tuna in the pitas but as the oven hummed away I suddenly realized that I didn’t have a tin opener. Tin, can? The can of tuna remained unopened. But I still enjoyed the pitas with lettuce and tomatos and cucumbers and peas and corn. A vegetarian pita I guess.

So life goes on, indeed.

Thank you for the support, guys. You are always great when I need it. I’m still feeling sad, of course. Stabbing pain when I think of little kittens getting hurt. But I guess that’s normal, even if it were for kittens that weren’t going to be mine. Kittens shouldn’t hurt. Little Luna, she was to be mine. I know I never got to hold her, but it still feels like she was torn right out of my arms.

I made a little video. http://youtube.com/watch?v=pfdomLlMPEc. With Luna the kitten and Luna the song. I hope I’m not being too pathetic. But I don’t want to forget her. I know I will get a cat eventually, from a shelter most likely as was the original plan. And I know I will be happy with that cat. Life will go on. Inevitably so. But for now, it seems a little cruel.

Bye Luna. I hope you’re in a better place. Playing with your brothers.