Oh, y'all. I am so tired I think I'm going to die. It was a beautiful thing when Lily and Jason got here and yet, I cried when they all left.
Mr. Moon cooked the steaks that Kathleen left us yesterday and I made sweet potato and whole wheat/flax bread and a salad and we ate and now...
Mr. Moon is right out the back porch now telling the dogs to "Pee!" and yet, Pearl will not do it and her night-time-in-the-house-pee smells so bad. It's gone from Men's Room at the Texaco Station to Nursing-Home-Smell.
Is it time to let her go? I'll be discussing this tomorrow. Maybe. Who knows? I can't even remember who I am when I'm not Grandmother or what in hell I talk about here.
Tomorrow I'll remember. Maybe.
God, I hope so. I miss you all so much.