I just wanted to apologize for the lack of posting and say that I’m here and reading. I’m going through some really difficult personal stuff right now, I don’t feel like I can talk about in online, and it’s sort of eating up all my free psyche.
Grimm is safe home from her operation. I carried her upstairs–no mean feat, as she’s a 75-pound German Shepherd–so she could lay on the bed. She can’t really get up on the bed herself or get down without it stretching her stitches. Poor Grimmy’s activities are kind of curtailed for a few days.
Just like mine. And we both kind of have this bleeding hole in our guts. It’s really great, believe me.
If I owe you any material, this is also why I haven’t come through yet. But I will, I promise.