Our cat is missing. There’s really nothing I can do about it, but knowing that doesn’t make the thought of going to sleep any more appealing.
She’s really only been unaccounted for since this afternoon, but she’s never stayed out overnight in her life. I’m sure tonight’s low of 29 degrees won’t kill her, but what worries me is that I know she would be home if she could be. She must be lost, injured, or both. I’ll go out looking tomorrow, when there’s daylight to do it by, and hang flyers around the neighborhood. For now I just need to put it out of my mind. (Not before posting this, though. When she strolls in tomorrow perfectly nonchalant, I want to remember how stupid I was for worrying. That is what I want to have happen.)
God, if I’m this bad over the cat, parenthood is going to destroy me.