So, here we sit on the couch watching a Woodie Guthrie video documentary. Toni is slumped into a reclining position with Mr. Maggie on her lap in her "comfy" clothes and fuzzy pink socks. It is spending time like this with my darling Toni, that I simply love so much.
Toni had a restless week. She just had a tough time staying comfortable and getting good sleep. As she is finally nearing the end of radiation, perhaps she'll start sleeping better in the next two weeks. Last night we finally got some reasonable sleep serenaded by a near constant heavy rain. It was musical and relaxing.
Speaking of sleeping (or at least trying to)... earlier in the week, we were getting settled into bed. By the way, Toni has now developed quite the ritual. It involves a series of five pillows; the goal being to get the exact angle of her upper body (head up, slight incline) with her right arm supported to best alleviate the pain in her right side. So, after which has become usually three attempts to get comfortable, she finally seemed ready to try to go to sleep. Just as I had started to close my eyes, thinking she was settled in, she perked up.
Ever seen a deer in the forest, when it thinks it may have heard something. The eyes get focused and the ears go straight and turn quickly trying to ascertain where the noise may be coming from. Well, that is what Toni was doing. I can't hear a bloomin' thing. I do hear the normal ringing in my ears, but other than that... nothing. Yet, she stays fixated on the noise that she thinks she hears. All of sudden with resolve, she lays back and says, "oh, it is just the kitty licking himself." I am amazed. The cat is not on the bed. Still not hearing anything, I get out of bed and walk to the end of the bed. There is Mr. Maggie doing kitty yoga. Hind leg vertical, he is contorted into a position to allow him to lick... well,,,, his butt. Toni... HEARD...that. Ok, now I am impressed. Life was now good... and we could finally go to sleep.
Ok... there you go.
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