Just a couple of days left.
I always wonder what's going on in Dozer's mind. I often feel guilty that I brought him here to LA and took him away from my parents. I know how happy he makes my parents, but having Dozer here with me is a real luxury that I always longed for in San Diego. He's very patient with me -- and Tracy -- and is usually by my side, wherever I am in the apartment. Whenever he needs to eat, he comes up by my legs and waits until I look down. Then he'll look up at me with his big brown eyes (dialated, actually, because they're green) as if to say, "Hey, whenever you've got a minute, I could use a nosh."
Today genuinely had its highs and lows, but it's not over yet. But why does it feel like I am always waiting for something to begin? Maybe that's the way we all live, and we are just prone to taking for granted the here and now.
I had some old pictures on the blog and mistakenly brought them to Ryan's attention. He said I looked like a zombie, and then proceeded to ask if I would send him some cookies. I thought for a second and then was like, "OK, sure." Now if that's not being a sport, I don't know what is.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 6:47 PM
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