I found out two days ago that my cat Clyde had passed away. He had been living with my dad and Nance in Catskill.
He had been sick, but I did not take it as seriously as I could have, since he's been sick in one way or another for most of his life and it rarely seemed to amount to much. He was about 10 years old.
Also, I'm back from a week in Alaska, which I may write about if I ever get the energy.