Silly Site o' the Day

All of Zed's stuff has now gone to local shelters, and the house is well and truly cat-free for the first time in 6+ years (which feels more like a decade because of the pandemic). And we're thoroughly wiped (mostly Robin, who did the majority of the heavy lifting and toting) but life goes on. We find ourselves laughing at things and then I feel guilty about that, as if grief ought to be the default now, but it just isn't, and I think that's the first step towards healing and acceptance. So in that spirit of gallows humor, I present the New York End Times (via BoingBoing).