I had a hell of a time sleeping alone last night. It was too quiet without my Sweet Angel snoring next to me. Roscoe snores, but not loud enough and he was sleeping down on the floor anyway.
Just got off the phone with Grace and she told me she had just got back from 2 hours of treadmill and other tests, plus various scans. No news on what is wrong, but she is bored outta her skull and hates the hospital food. I’ll take her some snacks when I go to see her later today.
I’m still a nervous wreck and if I didn’t have to drive and/or wait for phone calls, I’d get sloppy drunk.
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