It's 6:50 a.m. and I am sitting at Keith's computer in our den. I woke up early, for some reason, and took our beloved (son) dog, Buddy, out for a walk and then fed him. Usually, Keith is the one that is responsible for this morning ritual, but since I was awake, I thought I would surprise Keith with a few extra minutes of sleep and take care of the pup myself.
Buddy is our alarm clock. I found out, just the other day, that Keith never sets the alarm in our bedroom anymore. He said Bud always has him up by 5:00---5:30 a.m. at the latest, every morning. Buddy is a little eating machine. We feed him twice a day a prescription dog food. (He has pancreatitis and very prone to weight gain.) This little dog lives to eat! You would think that he is starving the way he scarfs up his food. Consequently, Buddy is not about to let anyone sleep past a certain hour in the morning, lest they forget his breakfast. He is such a sweet animal, completely omega to my Keith's alpha position. I think that we cater to him without question.
I feel better this morning. I awoke to an understanding why a bit of depression was taking hold. I have pain everywhere. Another flare up of the disease, apparently. I didn't mention in the past few days that I had improved to the point that using the cane was not necessary. I probably shouldn't even mention it now, considering I have a feeling the point will be mute by this afternoon.
Our other child, the kitty (L.C.) is determined to sit on the keyboard as I write this. She, too, is completely devoted to us. Well--me. I hate to think of that inevitable day when these little creatures will pass on to be the pets of angels.
I must scoot, now. I need to shower and paint the 'ol face up and get the day started. We promised Dad we would be over early to get the place staightened up and the tree decorated. I am very tired. I think God has been using this time to wear me down a bit so that when we finally must recombine households again, I will be so tired I will welcome it.
Have a beautiful weekend, my silent and anonymous friends.
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