Whenever Buddy walks over and nudges my toes, he says, “Buddy, you’ll get sick!” and then laughs at his own humor.

Another day and no appt. or things on the agenda. He’s exhausted from 2 days of getting up early (read:11am) and functioning as well as possible.

We were on the bed in the guest room, reading and enjoying the sunshine when Robin called about Shirl. It was a relief to know all was well – we cuddled up talking. Next thing it’s 9pm, dark, disorientated. Both of us had slept.

Got him to bed but I was bright eyed far into the wee hours. Kind of a bummer.