Time has no fucks to give.
Cindy slept like crap. This virus she brought back from her trip has caused her to go from bad to worse. She dialed up a virtual doctor and got a couple of scripts for meds, and took some other relievers. She had a real dinner. Then she napped. I hope tonight goes better for her.
Bolt is on the upswing, albeit slowly. We’re doing all the things we’ve read we can try, and maybe their helping. It’s hard to tell. It could very well be that he’d recover all the same regardless. But it gives me something to do in the effort to get him back.
Jax is wondering what’s going on. This has impacted his daily too. I didn’t get him out on a walk today, which sucks. But I’ve been to the store twice, as well as doing all the things that had to get done today. Tomorrow – I promise. We do our walk.
And I think of Lula all the time still. I glance upon the thought that I’m going to see her when I come around corners in the house, and remember just as quickly that she’s not going to be there ever again. I miss her. I know that futility. But I’ll always miss her.
