And then I woke up, and then I got back to sleep - and then I dreamed about Jack. I dreamed that he was dying, and so maddened by pain that he was uncatchable and inconsolable. I spent that dream running, pleading, trying to hold him.
My brain is never subtle. Most of my dreams are like this: HERE IS THE THING THAT IS BOTHERING YOU IN YOUR WAKING LIFE. No veils of meaning or hints. BAM in the face, you are terrified of losing your cat and just as terrified that he will be in agony.
He hasn't eaten since those two small victories yesterday. He peed last night, though.
Elayna and Adam are touring Green Mountain College today - tiny school tucked away in the mountains, with a good range of elementary education stuff. Tomorrow is Champlain; we thought that would be 10am, but they don't do the 10am sessions on Wednesdays, so it's 1. So they're visiting University of Vermont at 10 strictly as a timekiller and a why-not; it's not on her top 20 list, but otherwise they'd just be sitting in a Starbucks playing iPad games for hours, so why not.
*stretch* Well. I need to go at least get started answering interview questions for my Annie's Book Stop reading/signing. Then I can work on that test knitting I've been putting off for ages because I'm never alone in the house for more than 15 minutes!