Tonight
Tonight, Llewellyn returns to the house. It's going to be very uncomfortable at first because there's still hard feelings on both his part and Aunt Tudi's. Of course, I'm going to be in the middle, but I've stressed how important this is for me to both of them, so I hope that things will go well.
I've seen what hope can do in the past, though, and lemme tell you....it's ugly
Either way, I have plenty of time to prepare both physically and emotionally. I was supposed to go to work today, but I was awakened 3 times in the night by my geriatric dog Henry, and each time my head and stomach felt worse. For the past 2 weeks I've been filling up with air at an exponential rate...and I don't know why! I'm really starting to feel like a dead dog on the side of the road ~ all bloated and tragic.
So I'm administering myself with some festive home and herbal remedies and hope to be able to fit into something by the time we're supposed to meet Lew at El Mexicano. Perhaps Mexican food isn't the best idea for someone in my current mysterious condition...then again, maybe that's exactly what I need!
Maybe if my condition worsens, Aunt Tudi and Lew can bond at the Urgent Care while some professionals deflate me like rancid hot air balloon. What a warm, fuzzy thought that is.
ha ha
I've seen what hope can do in the past, though, and lemme tell you....it's ugly
Either way, I have plenty of time to prepare both physically and emotionally. I was supposed to go to work today, but I was awakened 3 times in the night by my geriatric dog Henry, and each time my head and stomach felt worse. For the past 2 weeks I've been filling up with air at an exponential rate...and I don't know why! I'm really starting to feel like a dead dog on the side of the road ~ all bloated and tragic.
So I'm administering myself with some festive home and herbal remedies and hope to be able to fit into something by the time we're supposed to meet Lew at El Mexicano. Perhaps Mexican food isn't the best idea for someone in my current mysterious condition...then again, maybe that's exactly what I need!
Maybe if my condition worsens, Aunt Tudi and Lew can bond at the Urgent Care while some professionals deflate me like rancid hot air balloon. What a warm, fuzzy thought that is.
ha ha