This one's a bummer
My cat died this week.
There's a banality to grief that art rarely captures. You can lie on the floor sobbing your heart out, but eventually you have to get up and do the dishes. And all that crying pulled a muscle in your abs, so now you need to go take an ibuprofen.
Anyway. Following my usual format for this newsletter feels a bit ghoulish at the moment.
My cat's name was Pam. I wrote about her and her life here.
See you next week.
-K
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