Run Away! Run Away!

Dear John,

 

I am finally forced to realize that I'm having fibro flare. (I'm so glad Pavlov didn't have to deal with me.) Today I've been upgraded for horrific to horrible, so I'm going the right direction. I did work seven hours today, but most of it was sitting-down work, and it was good to be busy. I'd have felt worse at home. And work has been so busy this week! You know everything around here shuts down for July - everything stops for the 4th and the county fairs. Early August is busy for Kathy every year, but she's done a good month's work just this week. I had stacks so high today that we both stood there and laughed. It's good for her to have the business.

 

Last night after I talked to you, the critters did something I wanted to tell you about. The cat was on the coffee table and the dog was standing next to it and kept taking Hunter's leg in his mouth. Jethro got bored and started to walk away, and the cat put his front paws on Jethro's back and proceeded to chew on him. The dog tried to ignore it for a while, but then he turned back to the cat and play resumed. Like I've said, the cat is the aggressor at least half the time. They do enjoy each other!

 

Other than that: The cat got on top of the living room curtain rod while I was at work today, and bent it. I may have to get another one. With his climbing ability, I'm going to add a support half-way across the windows. The co-op has rolled oats on sale all month, so I stocked up tonight. A widow friend of mine is being bullied by should-ers, and is fending them off well. I was reduced to unprintable language. Thank you for never shoulding me - did I ever tell you that's one of the things I always loved about you? You never told me I "should" think or feel or do anything. You loved me just like I am, and wanted me to just be me.

 

Have I told you today that I love you, adore you, and worship the ground you walk on?

 

Love you so, so much,

Joan.