Craziness, this weekend. Just crazy.
Anyway, I lived through Monday. I think it’s gone past Tuesday into Wednesday, right? Bitterly cold outside, with that stark winter beauty that makes you think of fairy-tales told at night: those stories where lonesome travelers walk through haunted woods into some mystery…
Raisin isn’t feeling so good. Tummy troubles. Lucky isn’t doing so well, either. Bad foot, emotional issues because Raisin is sick. Lucky’s mental well-being is so tied with his friend, it’s scary—especially as Raisin is ancient and can hardly walk anymore. He tries, though. He’s like a four-legged pirate with two legs. Woof, me matey!
I just woke from a five-hour nap. It is one-thirty in the morning. I’m going to work for a bit, and then try and catch up on some more sleep.