The big guy and I kissed and made up. I do love him and he loves me. Sometimes I get my knickers in a twist and forget that part. He's a good man with a big heart.
We've talked to Jack twice now by video call and found out yesterday that the two week trip will probably be longer than two weeks. I so appreciate how well this family communicates. Jack wants to come home, he asked, "You come get me?". Now we have to wait for Jack's uncle, the stoner, to come home from work to drive them home.
I can't remember if I mentioned that Gracie's cat died. Actually, Gracie's cat was killed by her sister's American bully. Gracie let the cat out of the bedroom and it was mauled by the dog. The cat didn't die immediately, it took a few days and many trips to the vet before the poor thing died. Fortunately Jack wasn't in the house when it happened. Small mercies.
I'm off work again for a month, resting my foot and stretching. I dragged my old stationary bike out of the basement and I've been riding that most days because I need some exercise and it doesn't bother my foot. I'm bored but next week I have a two day course on grief via zoom and then my daughter arrives on Thursday. I miss Jack. We both miss Jack.
Work continues on the quilt restoration. I've made some mistakes while making the quilt but nobody will care. Right?