The good news, obviously, is that as of Monday we finally have a President who inspires confidence, projects intelligence, can assemble a sentence, doesn't suck, etc. Hooray for that.

The bad news is a little more personal. Many of you probably met our cat Chloe at some point over the last several years; those who had seen her recently knew she had gotten increasingly thin and frail in recent months. Well, she apparently developed a blood clot at some point over the last few weeks, which caused her frame and overall health to deteriorate to such a point that she had a stroke Sunday and couldn't even get around the apartment anymore.

I took her in to the vet Monday afternoon and he found that her circulation was so poor, he couldn't even take her blood pressure. Treatment wasn't really an option (for a variety of reasons), so we agreed that it would be best to end her pain. So yeah, it was a pretty tough afternoon.

And I know, she's just a cat, blah blah blah. But hey, people get attached to their pets. I'd been living with that cat for seven years-- longer than I've been living with my wife, for God's sake.

So, yeah. That shook me a little. But she was a good girl, and we miss her already.

The End.