Monday. So, no good word on Wilson. The neurologist is not encouraging, his condition continues to deteriorate. So we wait.
Tomorrow to Bisbee, so breakfast early this morning at the usual place, a quick stop at the supermarket for cat food, back now to go through my “to do” list. Yes, I have a “to do” list. Not sure where it is, but I'll find it soon no doubt. Charge some batteries, pack a bag or two, a quick vacuuming of the rugs (so my apartment manager feeding Ms. Emmy doesn't freak out), do the laundry. I can do this. I can.
Later. Five loads of laundry washed, dried and folded, bringing global warming all that much closer. A nap afterward, no arguments there, a quick maybe thirty minutes of unconsciousness, maybe thirty going under, maybe thirty coming up. OK. We have other things on the list and time is running short.