Joy killing it today. Maniac most of the day. Spurts of being just the fucking cutest thing ever. She and Joe are in love; she was so excited he came home, she had the zoomies. They do this thing where he shuffles his feet and then runs around in his socks and she chases him. Omg she loves it so much.
Really, really missing Coco today. I think part of it is that I called the hospital for her last clinical notes so I can finally file the last claim with her insurance and get reimbursed. Sigh. It’s hard to look at those documents, the paper trail of some very painful days. It’s still inconceivable that she’s not here next to me, falling asleep. Being all loud. Snoring, maybe. Or just making little tiny grunts and nose whistles.
I was very productive today. I finally was able to marshal my to-do list into something assignable to days and times, and so I filled out a rough schedule of when I think I can do these things. And I did my shit today. I was able to send off Act 1 to my cowriter, handle all my Netflix work early, put up shelves in my office—the floating cube kind—and a handful of other tiny bits and bobs like actually putting away my clothes in the closet which had been sitting there since our Disneyland trip.
I’m doing…better. Even with the grief still coming in waves. Smaller waves, certainly. Thankfully.
Night night.