Floating. Disjointed.
I got stuff done today. That felt good. But…I’m still floating. I feel far away. And tired. Going to bed like an hour early tonight, and it feels glorious, I have to say.
We’ve noticed that Coops’ eyes look clearer now that we’re giving him eye drops once a day. We give them to him in the evening, right before bed. He’s great at receiving them. Doesn’t try to pull away, not really. Doesn’t even flinch when we get them in. Such a sweet boy. It helps when I put them up above his vision, on the top of his eyeball. He doesn’t mind it that way.
Liz has been making this incredible antipasta chopped salad lately, like an italian sub, but in salad form. Good LORD is it delicious. Had that for dinner tonight. We watched the rest of a documentary on the Twin Flames cult. Ugh. ANYONE can be sucked into a cult, y’all. Anyone. Those personalities prey on our weakest moments and use them to control us. And THEN we watched a documentary on an avalanche at a Tahoe ski resort in 1982 that killed a bunch of people. It was HARROWING. I actually highly recommend it. Very, very well done.
And now Liz is in bed next to me watching a TikTok video of a guy trying Venezuelan food. Keith Lee. Apparently, he is THE food critic right now. She went to go try a burger he liked the other day and loved it.
Anyway…time for the sleeps. Night night.