I feel like one giant ball of stress. A stress ball, that's what I am. I'm stressed about e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. Anxiously waiting for delivery of both my replacement phone and of Ernie's monthly supply of chemo. I feel like Hattie looks. Shaved and raw.
Speaking of Hattie, I am not even going to post a picture of her shaved. It's just too painful to look at. She feels better though and has been relatively perky. Owen gave her her ear drops. Now I need to get some laxative, which she hates, into her. Oh, and her appetite stimulant. As I said with my parents, aging is not for the weak. Not at all.
Bright side? Some of the bug's parts are ready from the machine place. Cross your fingers. And Pendulum has two new songs out so Leo's happy.
Onward.