There is a silence out there, a silence, and I don't know how far it stretches, or how deep it goes. A silence, that encompasses everyone and everything. My phone, it does not buzz, at least, it does not buzz with messages or mail from the people I want to hear from.
Elliott is pretty sick.
I need to inject some cough mixture down his throat.
I need to write letters. There are letters to be written.
Trying to transcribe the story I have written I realise that it's all wrong and I don't like it. I am trying to figure out where I go from here.
Today, I discovered Aruna Shields.
Today I took Bruno to get his stitches removed. His testicles are infected. I have to squeeze them and apply a cream. And give him two sets of antibiotics - one targeted at the aerobic bacteria and one at the anaerobic bacteria. He is due to visit the vet again next week. Sigh. He is not a restful travelling companion.
Sometimes I wish there were someone else in the car, someone to hold the dog or dogs as I take them to the vet.
But there is no one.
No one who stays. No one who calls. No one who sticks around.
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