Jun. 21st, 2014
Pop comes into the kitchen and says, “I just got some more bad news.” It’s not a death. His cousin is going to have his foot amputated. I wonder if he thinks about my foot. I wonder if he would actually like the idea of my foot getting amputated, despite meaning more hardship at home since I cannot be helpful without a foot. I try not to think about it. He keeps the air-conditioner and Internet running, and that is good enough for me.
I knocked out the front. Since Coco and Sammy were outside, I was going to wait until tomorrow, but it started to look like rain, and they were forecasting a 65% chance for around ten, which led me to think that it would be good to beat the rain. I even managed to get Coco and Sammy inside. However, that chance of rain blew away, become a 30% chance for three a.m. I am willing to take my chances with that and let the cats go, and thus improving my chances of enjoying a good night's sleep.