Got a couple of turns around the park in yesterday.
Suzanne came, cleaned and departed. We had the back door wide open most of the time she was here and it really felt wonderful, a ginyouwine spring clean. Should have seen Suzanne’s face when I told her that Daxus and I had had an adult conversation about something of import to both of us. (And that I ran away with my tail between my legs, yes I did, but it’s all good.)
Still feel empty and irritable but nothing like earlier this week. Jeff has news on the client front that I’ll let him share when he’s ready.
We’re rewatching Zone Blanche and my very parasocial love affair with the adjutant known as “Nounours” (Teddy Bear, which he is) is renewed.
abovenoted is a tyrannosaurus on a skateboard
Apparently Keith and Paul are off to the States this weekend.
Laundry and fridge duty today I fear.
“Margaret’s Hope” tea from Great Wall Tea tastes like frikkin soap.
(later) I just got off the phone from North York General Hospital and Dave’s been admitted. He’s in room 334 on 3 North. He’s in isolation but I’m hoping to contact him later today as he was asleep just now.
I swore I’d never get on an airplane again. I may break my vow.
