I’m home for a minute. Hanging with the fuzzy little folks.


I’m home for a minute. Hanging with the fuzzy little folks.


Nothing new with my mother. She’s in a dedicated hospice facility and the room is 1000000 times better than her room at Lawrence General. Her breathing is rough. She doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, but it is super tough to listen too.
In other news, we have two cats now.
Robin:
Lily:
Here we see both of them in the same image. What were they doing? They were watching The Bachelor. I mean their eyes were glued to the screen. It was a little unsettling.
I wanted a pic of both cats before I left the house tonight, but only Miss Lily was willing to pose. Miss Robin pissed right the hell off.





Lily and Robin. Together again.
I want to write down what’s going on with my mother. Not for anyone else, just for me. I don’t need/want/care if anyone reads it, I just want to have it saved here with everything else.
I’ll do it today, but not right now. Have some cat pictures in the meantime.
I had to go home for a minute before heading back to the hospital, but Robin didn’t run away and that’s good.

There are going to be some difficult conversations later today. At least Miss Robin kicked the day off on a positive note.
