The end of the reprieve

Elvis, our wonderyorkie has taken a turn for the worse.
The vet thinks he has lung cancer, and it's obvious he's in pain.
It's not operable.
Looks like the time I dreaded so much has come.
The procedure will probably be done on Monday or Tuesday.
My brother and I will be present.

My brother wants to take Elvis' ashes to Joshua Tree, in the Low Desert. He asked how many batteries my boombox takes...

I knew this would happen some day, but man, it hurts anyway.

Changing subjects, I had an interview at EA LA yesterday.
We'll see if anything comes of it.
The forms I filled out asked me what languages I could read, write and/or speak. Among the choices was Klingon. I'm not kidding. I recognize the characters from watching Trek movies. Weird.