I am still very sad over my continued catlessness. Last I heard, the only thing standing between me and foster kitties was transportation and scheduling difficulties, but that was over a month ago and our more recent inquiries have not been answered. Jerk brain insists that they have decided that we are unfit cat parents but are too "nice" to actually tell us that. We know it's not true. We are great with cats. We have an infinite supply of love and patience with cats. We have tamed several feral kittens, and litter trained them too. The state of my house says nothing about our ability to care for cats. Odessa loved it here. Last summer's foster kittens did not mind. My mental health issues do not reduce my ability to care for cats. Not having cats to care for reduces my mental health. There have been days I have stayed in bed half the day just because I had no reason to get up. Having cats means I get up every morning to give them breakfast and to scoop their litterboxen.
Things are overwhelming. The problems with the shower have re-manifested. I shall have to fix it again. It's not hard.
I need a happy book to read next. I am currently reading Blackout by Mira Grant (a.k.a. Seanan McGuire) and I'm afraid it'll cause me emotional distress just like the first two books in the trilogy did. About halfway through at the moment. I am open to recommendations of books by female authors.