The cement dries without you

I was really lost without Pip. No one to lick the spoon. Quiet.

I felt lost like this bunny on top of a stump.

Work was busy. I ran on adrenaline all day. The surgeon called and spoke a great deal about the surgery. Arthritis will plague her. But now the healing begins.

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