"There are 3 things I'd like to do this weekend...." -Louie
This jaunt was just enough. A tense journey to make our flight (thank you 25 minute delay). As we started to descend Louie was smiling, happy to be heading home. He immediately had lunch on the sofa accompanied by old Simpsons episodes as I unpacked and prepared to repack for tomorrow, thoughts of the imminent days heavy on my mind. Louie feels good, he's hungry and lively, yet we are trying to mentally prepare for the impending seismic shift. I collected his pee today, the volume determines the amount of drugs he'll receive or something to that effect. I hear "mama" and I swoop right in.
Louie stated what he wanted to do this weekend (see a movie, visit his favorite coin shop and look up stuff on the computer). I had to remind him that we would be in the hospital through Tuesday (at a minimum). I'm such a buzzkill. This entire thing is.
Dinner with friends, breaking the fast, which was surprisingly easy this year. Everyone says that, have an easy fast. I'm hoping for an easy week ahead. Easy. We fast to make our souls and bodies uncomfortable, to feel pain so we may better understand. We understand.