I don’t generally do look-back type things, but holy hell was 2024 a lot. Like a lot a lot. Quick kinda month-by-month rundown.
I don’t remember January, but in February Rob and I both tested positive for Covid. The first, and so far only, time–that we’re aware of. March–our router started having issues–we eventually had to replace it. And Lily, our diabetic cat, started losing weight and having issues eating. In April, she had a moment where she kinda just laid on her side and was very non responsive, for about 15 minutes. Took her to the vet, and they couldn’t find anything, though her blood cell count was incredibly high. She went back for x-rays, and they found nothing. And in May, she lost a whole lot of weight–like she was almost skin and bones–so we took her to an emergency vet, and we found out she was riddled with cancer, and the only option for her was to let her go.
I got a new iMac, desk, and blinds for my office space in April, and a new gaming computer in May.


June and July was a lot of planning to go to Glasgow for WorldCon in August, and a lot of complaining about heat because I dislike summer, and it felt a lot more humid than in the past. In August, the trip to Glasgow, where we ended up in first class the flight to–because we’d waited so long to book the flights that it was cheaper that way. We went to, and enjoyed, WorldCon, but then didn’t really leave the hotel after that because I reacted terribly to the humidity. That, plus being super stuffy with a super runny nose, made my normally a-bit-too-sensitive gag reflex incredibly oversensitive. So wearing a mask was difficult, and I preferred not feeling like I was going to throw up.

My younger sister came to visit for Labor Day weekend, after her original plans fell through, and she still had a flight into NYC. We took her to Mystic Seaport and Mystic Aquarium, and it was pretty awesome having her visit. Even though I got sunburned because I forgot sunscreen.


Aslo in September, Rob’s birthday. He doesn’t do much to celebrate, so it’s not much different than any other day. We noticed Skittles had been losing weight the past few months. I was worried, especially after Lily, but it didn’t seem too bad.

October, my birthday. Rob got me an awesome Ahsoka figure.

That week, Skittles not only looked gaunt, but stopped eating much, and barely drank water. He went from being himself, to lethargic practically overnight. We took him to the vet, they didn’t find anything physically wrong, but did blood work. The results…were not good. The vet didn’t come out and say it, but reading between the lines, it was kidney failure. There was nothing we could do. It still hurts to think about.
We went straight from the vet to the animal shelter. There were two kittens. One was a Bengal-looking girl who was friendly but didn’t much want to be held and didn’t want anything to do with the other kitten. The other kitten was a gray boy who walked out of the cage and into my arms and was interested in everything going on around him. There was another kitten, a mostly black tortoise-shell girl that was brought in with the gray boy, but she was being treated for a respiratory infection and wasn’t available for adoption. We brought the boy–George–home.

Two weeks later, we went back for the girl and brought her home. She and George aren’t from the same litter–about 2 months difference in age–but likely came from the same place, so they got along from the start.

Then a week later, we went to New Jersey and picked up Orange Boy (the temporary name we used until we figured out his actual name). He was a bit of a bully, but also rather submissive, with George and Lucy. We really hoped he’d mellow once he got fixed–which took longer than we’d have liked, and he’d started humping Lucy the week or so before–because we were concerned he wasn’t going to work out. But he got fixed just before Thanksgiving, and while still a lot–which is where the name Pippin comes from–he’s much better and gets along with George and Lucy.


November was…also not great. For some months, there was worry with my job. Work was being moved around between departments and some positions were gone and a couple new ones were created. I could’ve applied for one of those, but it was puzzle creation/editing, which if I’d wanted to do that, I could’ve applied for other jobs in the past. Unfortunately, my position was one that was cut. Not an ideal situation, but it happens. And the company’s good about the severance package offered. Health insurance was one worry, but Rob was able to add me to his, so that’s covered.
We put up the Christmas tree–with fewer ornaments and nothing breakable, because kittens–and Pippin liked to chew on the lower branches and Lucy liked to climb it.

Lucy got a back paw stuck, and I heard her meowing but didn’t realize she was stuck, and when I tried to get her out of the tree, she bit my left wrist, three or four times. Then twisted her head around and bit my right index finger. Really, really hard. When I went to get a towel to try to wrap around her and get her, she got herself free, so instead, I used it to clean up the bleeding. Had to go to the walk-in clinic the next day because so much swelling and tenderness, and got antibiotics. Nail eventually came off. Finger is still somewhat sore and slightly numb.
About a week before Christmas, one of the kittens–likely Pippin–chewed through the wire for the lights, so we had to unplug the tree. And it came down after Christmas and will go out with bulk pickup in spring, and we’ll get a new one later this year.
Sunday after Christmas, Rob and I went to wash clothes like normal. When the washer was supposed to be done, we went to check, and it had the error code for too many suds. Set it again, restarted it, and when we went back down, same thing. Opened the door, and water was pooled in the bottom of the drum. Rob pulled out the towels, and those got hung up and the other clothes thrown in the dryer. When we went to check the dryer, his mom handed us a troubleshooting card, and we checked everything it said on there–we’d already done most of it–and we checked the filter. Opening that drained all the water out, and we discovered some kinda wipe wrapped around the entire thing. Pulled that out, started a rinse/spin cycle, and it did drain, but every spin made the drum thump.
So that was a great way to end the year.
also, so far, 2025? Also shitty.
We got a repairman out who looked at the washer and said it would cost nearly as much to fix as to replace, so we got a new washer and got that delivered and installed. Then the microwave stopped working correctly, and was basically dying, so that got replaced.
I was supposed to visit a friend in England, but because of a really bad ear problem that made travel difficult–meaning no one to pick me up at the airport and stay with–that got canceled day of the flight. It’ll get rescheduled soon.
So it’s been a helluva year already, and I’m not expecting too much better–in general because, well, look at everything going on and how shitty that is.
To end on an amusing note, Pippin likes curling up in the bathroom sink. And doesn’t necessarily move when the water gets turned on.
