A Living Wake
Entry 1. 1:16 a.m. My crate mates think I am member of the pack. Tired finally. My mind preoccupied. Jenny wants to start planning a party for March, a living wake. I suggested we do it on her birthday. Left unspoken is my fear March is too late. I hope I am wrong. This evening, she couldn't really leave the couch. She keeps offering to help clean. What she could accomplish just a week ago she cannot do today. If she can push herself to a car, she has energy to drive places, but getting out of the car and making it. . . say. . . to the back of Bartell's is now unimaginable.