|Charlie, "My afternoon resting cloud face."|
|Espresso, "You wants a break? Oh, I thought you wanted me to break something."|
We are so glad this days-long m*nd*y finally came to a close. The good news is we're doing well. I'm off the eye drops, but my sneezes want to return. Thump! We had a call with the V. E.T. this morning, and we're waiting for a callback.
My hoomin got to learn new words and phrases this week. Things like "neoplasm" or "JAK2 mutation." Fun stuff. We're still trying to figure out what's happening and somehow come to grips with it. Of course, the chips refuse to be down and instead float around like a debris field in space. It's hard to discern this "new normal" for all the fear and confusion. It's like a thick layer of clouds, but you can't tell how thick that layer is. Is there a silver lining to it? What if that layer goes all the way to the ground?
So, my hoomin had to get more blood work done, and the good news is the doctor didn't call. At least Sawbones didn't see anything of immediate concern.
Today we'll pivot to art. We'll loaf and nap, maybe study a little and then do more art.
We'll keep you posted!