Coco already passed out. High on droogz. Or, well…not high. Not those kinds of droogz. But…sleepy.
We’re taking her to the neurologist on Wednesday. Really hoping they tell us that everything is fine. That she’s just going to have issues now with slippery surfaces, but that doesn’t mean anything’s gone wrong with her back.
Sigh.
Really is so very stressful to have her so…fragile. So old, I guess. She’s okay, but it’s a tenuous okay. A vigilant okay. We always have to be watching, and it’s really hard to tell the difference between being vigilant and being paranoid. Especially because the paranoia freaks Coco out, and that makes he act even weirder.
Good therapy today. Started on laying the plastic sheeting down to kill all our weeds out front so that we can then do all the landscaping we want to. It’ll be nice, honestly, to have it down and be able to kind of forget about it for a little while. The weeds can’t continued to grow. That problem will have been arrested at the very least.
Had dinner with Savanah and Matt, our friends. Did Homestate. Their tacos are insanely good. At least—for me—if you get the flour tortillas. Not really a fan of their corn ones.
Just got hit with a wave of tired.
Night night.