It's been pretty chill. I was exhausted yesterday, messed up the gravy, overbaked turkey by a few minutes. Not my usual standards. But veg and potatoes were good. And the champs.

YSD made her usual vegan meal, still barely any conversation out of her. She volunteers nothing. I gave up.

After much worry and love and cuddles and progressively worse health we laid our best boy kitty to rest yesterday. He ended up not passing from kidney disease, but cancer. Our wonderful vet helped us on his final day with compassion and tears with us.

...has left the building.

Shell be on her way to college in six days. DH did good with her while she was here.

They talked, actually talked. He told her he and I were having some personal things to deal with and this I was in the guest room. He's out to dinner with her now, one last time before she goes back to BMs. She ate out TWICE while here, astounding.

So H is back.

I have no fear he's going to hurt anyone at all. So I am safe, 100%.

He has spoken with his therapist 2x - and will likely continue with her several times a week for now. We don't think hospitalization is needed at this point. He agrees he is not in a state of suicide at this point, even though it's still in the background for him.