Four months ago, one of Lani’s cats disappeared. Zoe had always been independent, taking her time about coming home, but when she’d been gone a week and we knew there was a coyote in the woods, we mourned her loss. A good cat, but not faster than a coyote. Tonight, Lani e-mailed me and said, “Zoe’s back!” No idea where she’s been or why she stayed away so long, but she was starving and it’s getting colder, so maybe she decided putting up with four dogs and another cat was worth food and warmth. Big sighs all around and a thank you to the god of cats.
Cheered by this, I went back to work trying to revive You Again and found the perfect placeholder for the house, lots of photos. I checked to see if I’d already started a file in Voodoo and saw the ghosts of all my old files there, taunting me, because I knew they wouldn’t open if I clicked on them since I’d tried that before and gotten a big “not a chance” message from my hard drive. Except they didn’t look like ghost files, the titles were black. So I clicked on the main one and it opened and there everything was; just like Zoe, what was lost is found. The only thing I can think of is that I did that thing that Toni told me to do and nothing happened, so I kept my mouth shut because saying “I did that thing you told me to and nothing happened” would have been rude. Except I think something happened. (Hi, I’m Jenny, and I have no idea how my computer works.) Which means Toni is a goddess and I owe her big. I LOVE YOU, TONI.
So here’s three cheers for Zoe and Toni and the third shoe that is, with any luck, not going to drop, or if it does, it will be the return of something lost and mourned. I’d write more but I have to go gaze lovingly at the over-one-thousand-bits of information that I did not lose after all.
God bless us every one. But especially Zoe and Toni.