here boy...

James is no longer comatose. He is feeling well enough to munch on an apple and whine about wanting orange juice. The orange juice whining, it will not stop.

On Wednesday I felt so bad for him. He was whiny but it was Day One and I had lots of compassion. Day Two (yesterday) was kind of scary but after I knew he would probably pull through, I relaxed and enjoyed the afternoon. It was kind of like having a favorite old dog instead of a 3 year old. Lovely, really.

Day Three is not very lovely - my whiny 3 year old has returned - but it is also Friday, a day that carries some loveliness all on its' own. I think we're going to make it.

(But I do really miss my dog.)


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