Person of interest didn’t show. I’m supposed to be meeting with someone else this weekend re the cafe. It’s a numbers game, I have to be patient, etc.
Eddie is basically not coming up the stairs at all these days. He lives in Jeff’s bathroom closet, only coming out to eat and drink and use the litter pan. He’s painfully thin and his hair is coming out in patches and sometimes when he looks at me I get the feeling he’s trying to figure out who I am, then he lets me pet him, calls softly and sadly, and goes back to his hidey hole. Every once in a long while he tries to jump up on something and loses his balance. Since he is still eating and drinking and taking his meds, we’re in a state of watchful waiting but also premonitory sadness.
I’m hoping to score a flu shot today, if I can gird up my loins to get there. Also to pick up the colour printer from Paul’s place and also to do a bunch of other errandy type things.
Customer surveys can be hazardous to your marriage. (picture of a hotel survey)