As I was clipping Coco into her harness in bed—we have her set up with a leash that’s connected to the middle bar of our bed, and she wears her chest harness at night so she doesn’t go anywhere that would hurt her back—I was thinking about how life changed in an instant that night five weeks ago when she hurt her back.
Our nighttime routine will never be the same. Just like that, how I go to bed changed. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a minor change. But it is different. And it’s not ever going back to the way it was before, which just makes me think about how bigger changes happen like that, too. Just like that.
I had a great day today. Very productive. I took care of a bunch of returns of equipment from the conference that we didn’t use. I’d been…well, not dreading it; worried, I guess, that I wouldn’t do it expediently. But, I packed everything up, got all my receipts sorted and I ran around Sherman Oaks and got it all done in one fell swoop. I even went shopping for Liz at Whole Foods (Amazon stuff return) so she could make this soup recipe, which is what she’s doing right now, actually. It smells sooooo gooooood.
Whole Foods has the damn stuff, man. Their shit is so swaggy. And so delicious. Expensive as fuck, mind you, but damn. Quality stuff in that damn store. I want that store to be my regular grocery store without thinking about the price tag. Gotta sell some books, but it’s doable, y’all!
We have BOTH Kerry and Joe staying with us tonight. Got Kerry all set up in my office. Bed made with a towel and washcloth on it. I love setting stuff up like that. Making people feel welcome. LOVE. THAT. Especially when they’re such good house guests, like Kerry and Joe. There are only a few people that are always welcome to stay with us whenever they want and for however long. Joe and Kerry are two of them.
Oh, I don’t think I told you guys last night that Coco saw the neurologist yesterday—Liz took her in, THANK YOU, bear—and she had her back palpitated again and had no pain reaction from it! She’s pretty much healed. Nerve responses all look good, some weakness in the muscles for sure, and she got cleared for Physical Therapy, which is exactly what we were hoping. Whew. Coco is making a full recovery. Thank dawg.
I’ve started this week to take her on little walks in the morning and evening. Not very far. About 10 minutes or so around the block, but it’s an actual WALK as opposed to just going out to go potty and coming straight home. She’s so much happier of a dog with just those two little walks, too. So much less sass. Back to just coming home and blissfully passing out for two hours at a time. That’s my happy Coco.
Coops is good. So is Liz.
Life is good.
Tomorrow…we finish the AFI’s Top 100 Films. Kinda crazy to think about. Hasn’t really hit me yet.
Night night.