A zero writing day today, but I’m not surprised. It was late to bed—podcasting last night—and a busy day for work. I’ll make it up by grooving next week. Get this shit DONE.
Coops is getting better. For real this time. He’s not squinting all the time anymore. Combo of all the meds he’s on, I’m sure, but I have a hankering feeling its this serum that’s doing the heaviest lifting. Well…that and whatever is helping with the inflammation reduction. And I suppose the antibiotics are also clutch. Okay. So maybe it’s everything, including the pain meds…but the serum is the thing that’s supposed to be promoting the HEALING, and in my gut, that’s what I see actually happening this time. It’s too small to literally see, but I can just tell by how his squinting is improving that he’s doing exactly that: healing. I’m so relieved. He’s my little shadow; wherever I am in the house, he wants to be.
Liz and KBear are out in the living room giggling right now watching Drag Race. It’s one of the episodes where the challenge is to roast the other challengers, I think. Always fun—and awkward, for whoever’s bad at it, which is always inevitable.
It’s off to bed for me, though. Gonna read for a bit, then conk out. I’m up early to take Joy out to the vet in Calabasas to get her latest shots. Gotta keep those pups healthy!
Night night.