I really (almost) had a handle (the size and strength of a well used tooth pick) on where this blog was going (some where near east – ish or it may have been quazi-southesque). There are more components to the Major and Darcy Weaver; new stories and an inkling of Darcy’s backstory, but its the day-to-day that’s taking a sharp…hell, it different.
Again, in one of my past lives; I worked in patient care, in hospitals and some private duty…that role is being revised. The puppy (I travel no-where without her) and I are moving in with the Octogenarians for 6 to 12 months, depending on how treatment and recovery go.
This is going to be a process for the Octogenarians and me (as long as there are treats and an outside, the pup is quite content.
Monday is moving day and the pup has not even started to pack, even to get stuff sorted out.
Wish me well and pray for the octogenarians, here we come.
Much luv and Peace Out!