I woke up this morning to the charming sounds of Lou playing fetch with the monster on the back deck. Thump! Bang! Scrabble scrabble scrabble. "Good girl!" Thump!
I smiled and stretched and wondered what kind of wonderful things were in store for me on this Saturday morning. Maybe we could go for a long walk! Maybe not, since it sounded like Lou was doing his best to exhaust the puppy by playing fetch.
Eventually I got up, wrapped myself up in a pink robe, wandered out to the kitchen, put the water on for tea, and basked in the happiness of an early weekend morning.
Except, today ain't Saturday, which Lou was QUICK to point out when he and Bailey finally came in to hear my plans for our long walk...
OH MY GOD.
Well, nothing to worry about. This kind of thing could happen to anyone -- and not just to retired people for whom every day is the same wonderful vacation day. No reason to think this is some kind of neurological issue stemming from all the chemo. No. Don't be silly.