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Heard from my closest friend on earth this morning. She's finally out of the hospital, and able to talk without wearing out. She loved the flowers and art supplies. She loves, even more, getting a second chance at life. I miss her so much, she's part of me. Hearing her voice was one of the happiest moments in my life.
Still feeling bad, but itching for something to do. I took a wire brush that Demeter dislikes and put it to good use. I've been sitting on the living and dining room floors restoring the nap to the carpeting. A lot of it is solidly matted, grotesque and nasty. The living room is done. There is about a third of the dining room left to do. I took the vacuum and used it in the living room after working in there. Sucked up three full canisters of filth with it. Yuck!
My sister is bringing me a newborn puppy. It's the runt of nine born earlier today. Too weak to suck, too small to work it's way up to it's mom. I'm planning to tuck it in my top to keep it warm, and bottle feed it.
She's a nurse working twelve hour shifts an hour from here, so she's unable to bottle feed it. I have the time, as well as the ability to cuddle a newborn. Hope the little one makes it. Teresa has her doubts, but it's worth a try.
My brother-in-law is coming over tomorrow. He's bringing more movies, as well as a chart showing what order to watch the Marvel movies. I have some of them, he's loaning me the ones I do not have in my collection. Between us, we have all of them except IronMan III.
My Vettriano print arrived from London today. It's beautiful, so much better full size than the images I had seen of it in books over the years. Now to get a frame..... It will be perfect hung over the bed.
Good day so far. I still feel awful, but overall, I'm alright. Keeping busy to try and get past the pain.
The puppy is here, tucked inside my cashmere sweater. I got it to drink a little from a tiny syringe. It's smaller than my hand. I know, I'm just helping someone out. Don't get attached, don't fall in love with it, don't ask to keep it, etc.
Demeter is in love with the puppy. She's drooling, worrying every time she hears the tiny one squeak. She's glued to my side. She tucks her nose into the v-neck of my sweater to sniff the baby every chance she gets. She has yet to lick the puppy, but I bet it happens soon.
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