kvetching up

 Entry 1     10:57 p.m. This post feels like it needs to be a triptych.  Not a beginning, middle and end, but the day feels like it is three different days rolled into one.  It was full. Los Perros Malos have been moved downstairs to the dining area for sleeping quarters, the placement of the treadmill making their relocation necessary.  The good news is that meant the dogs wake up Leiney, still sleeping on the couch, who feels duty-bound to let them out and let me sleep. I woke hearing Buddy's bark. A notorious escape artist, I presumed he'd broken free from his cell. Turns out, Leiney as kind and conscientious as ever, let the dogs out. Returning to sleep was out of the question, so I got up. Our housecleaner arrived at 8:00 a.m.. Apparently the kitchen got short shrift today, according to Moni, who was over later in the day to clean the fridge out and then made some concoction for us to eat for dinner. I finally called a dishwasher repair guy, who w...

 Entry 1.  8:59 a.m. My shit sleeping habits have returned and coupled with my early rising. So, asleep at 2, up at 530.  Dogs didn't wake for another hour. I spent the gift of time planning the day. It's the day our housecleaner comes and he was arriving at 8:00 a.m., an hour early.  So, the plan was already made for me.I I had to go clean. I find it humorous that when you have a house cleaner you have to clean the house in advance.  We are a much neater family with Leiney in Bellingham and Abby is down in her lair.   Thanksgiving, Stanwood 2017 . Imagine knowing you are living on borrowed time. When I say borrowed time, I don't mean the kind most of us have. We all know we will die some day, maybe even today. But the way most of us deal with it is to live in denial, to put it out of our minds. Contrast that with living with a terminal illness, one which you know should have killed you a year ago. Every morning, you awakened by horrible abdominal pain...