Coco is cleaning me. Apparently, my arm is dirty, and it needs a good bath. She just happens to be an expert in such affairs. Lucky for me, she’s here.

She’s doing well! She continues to act like normal. No pain episodes at all, no wincing or crying. She’s herself. Took on a little walk down the block tonight, and she loved it. She was good, too, she didn’t try to run too much. I can see already how not doing her twice-daily walks sap strength and dexterity from her limbs. But, she’s going to physical therapy tomorrow to get on an exercise regimen to make sure she keeps her muscle tone even though she’s on such a restriction right now activity-wise.

The body is willing.

She wants to run and walk like normal. It’s all a good sign. She’s going to be back to normal. Soon. Few more weeks of being super cautious to let her heal.

Feeling a bit…dazed tonight. Not sure why. But, ready to sleep. Ready to get my shit done tomorrow. I have a four day stretch here, I think, where I can really get some work done on this final pass on my book.

Wish me luck.

Night night.