Monday, June 05, 2006

Brief

Friday is the day. THE day. Doctor appointment day. Friday, we'll finally have a better grasp on what is going on with Mr X.

I'm trying not to think about it too much. Trying not notice the tone of his skin. Trying not to study his eyes to see if they are even the slightest bit yellow. Trying not to bury him before Friday.

We're happy. Things finally seem to be going well. Life is good.


I guess that's why I expect to all go to shit on Friday.

1 comment:

IrishGoddess said...

I'll be thinking of you...