Yesterday I
balanced a vigorous yard cleaning with a food tantrum. I enjoyed filling the
green bin with weeds and will admit that there is not much nutrition in ice
cream and potato chips. Sometimes the anxiety comes out in weird ways. Minnie
is failing fast and I have noticed less presence. Even at cookie time in the evening, she seems vague.
She is my sweet girl and it hurts to see her struggle with seeing and hearing.
It’s damp with fog so no smoke.
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