Happy Birthday to one of my best friends. Joe.
He’s in town this week/weekend with Madhuri and Ashika in tow, and it’s so, sooo nice to have them. We went and had Korean Barbeque together and it was gd delicious. Then picked up cake from 85º just down the street. A chocolate mousse cake. It was sooooo good. Sang happy birthday and gave him our card and little gift, and then talked for a good long time about life and getting older and creativity.
I love Joe. He’s a good man. I love his family. And I love having him down here in LA. Having the whole family is, in fact, wonderful. Just wonderful. I really do mean that. I doubt they’ll ever even read this entry. I’m just saying it because it’s true. I love having them here. I love going to visit them up in Visalia.
Coco is improving. She’s much more spry. She wants to run around, in fact. Be her happy go lucky, silly self. Doc says that can’t happen for a while. We’re three days into twenty-eight of prescribed rest. That’s going to be hard, I think. But, she’s a pretty chill dog. I think we can do it. She really, really wants to get out of the crate, though. And that’s hard for me. Keeping her in there. Have to, though.
Randomly missing my brother right now. He called me while I was podcasting on Friday night and I didn’t get the chance to call him back today. Going to fix that tomorrow.
Still feeling…wired from the whole Coco health scare. It’s still scary, in fact. But, today was a day with no bad episodes of pain. No spasms. Coco could move around without obvious pain today, and that’s huge. It’s a relief that she’s improving. But, we’re still a ways away from me actually feeling any relief emotionally. Gonna be a bit of a wreck until she can live life normally again. Which, apparently, is highly likely. Like, a 90% chance. I’ll take those odds. And gonna keep her away from jumping, that’s for damn sure. Coco is getting carried, now. And gently, too.
Ugh.
Getting old. It’s a beast.
Night night.