08-15-2016, 05:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-15-2016, 05:11 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Jaingles is still with us, still not eating, yet still somewhat responsive. He's picked up an odd hind leg twitch, but doesn't seem to be in any pain, but the codeine cough syrup surely helps there. Stacy called the vet who was of little help and suggested we bring him in and out him down. We're not sure that's the way to go at this time. It seems more peaceful just to let him fade as he has been for the last few days. He's lying on the sofa with me now, quietly ruminating about everything I imagine.
It was 2 hours to SF for a 2 hour lunch with some very old friends (Tara's childhood friend from 13 years ago, which I'm sure they both found very surreal), and 2 hours back. I keep thinking about my work schedule for the next two weeks, and how I might stay flexible if I suddenly need to dig that hole.
It was 2 hours to SF for a 2 hour lunch with some very old friends (Tara's childhood friend from 13 years ago, which I'm sure they both found very surreal), and 2 hours back. I keep thinking about my work schedule for the next two weeks, and how I might stay flexible if I suddenly need to dig that hole.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse