Somehow, I don't think the pets object to our latest lifestyle.
I'm sleeping a lot. They're sleeping more.
A few nights ago, I woke up to the sounds of Cotton vomiting in the middle of the night. He was non-stop sick for a day, but managed to work through it and is OK now. (Notice the towel on the bed - he wouldn't hear of staying off the bed while he was sick, so that was our compromise... which you might also notice that he's oozing off of.)
I'm doing OK. I'm a little more mobile, and am off the heavy duty pain killers. My mom has gone home, so I'm here by myself now with somebody stopping in each day to help out. It hasn't been a walk in the park, but it was never as bad as I imagined it would be.
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