Thank you to Vivian Swift for the beautiful portrait of Lucy. I need to get a frame for it and then will hang it where I can see it often. Lucy continues on, although her coughing and breathing continue to worsen. She'll go to the vet next month for shots and I guess we'll see what the vet thinks of her condition. It's horrible watching pets decline.
Jack is home sick with me today. He came back from grandma's last night and was feeling cold. This morning he woke up with a fever and explained to me that boogers get bigger in your nose when you're sick. Good to know. He spent most of Saturday with Gracie and came back with a diaper rash. When I asked him about it he said, "My momma too busy to clean me.", but he also talks about when he was a dad when he was six and he took his kids to play video games.
We took a bunch of stuff down to Camrose for my father in law yesterday. His room looks cozy now and he liked the things we brought for him. He also has a clock in his room now and I need to get him a calendar. It saddens me that his wife won't bring any of his things from home for him. My father in law seems to think that his wife has divorced him, without telling him, because he's living in Camrose and she's living in Wetaskiwin. He was better than last weekend, more like his old self, although still suspicious of his wife's motives. We had a nice visit.
As for me, sometimes it feels like one day bleeds into another. I am in limbo, waiting for my foot to get better, waiting to see what happens with Jack and Gracie, just waiting. I remember this feeling when my children were babies, waiting for something.
The weather is beautiful right now, sunny and warm, warm for here. I took Heidi for a short walk, on Saturday, at the dog park to see how my foot would do, it hurt, but I got to enjoy the trees again. I have a huge craving to go for a really long walk, maybe next summer when my foot is all better, I hope. I miss life, even though this is life right now, it's not my old life. Perhaps this is grief. I know my foot will eventually heal, but it gets me down. I miss my friends at work and I miss my patients.