this will likely be a shorter, somewhat more subdued roundup this month because my brain is clouds; possibly, probably, this is the grief. my cat tabby died one week ago. he has been my cat for 17 years, his whole life, and over half my own lifetime. he’s been there as i graduated high school, graduated college, got my first job, moved twice, published two books, went through the death of my best friend. 17 years. my house feels somewhat like a stranger’s; i hate walking into rooms empty of my l...