I had thought today I would write about last week which was, truth be told, dull. Except for the puppies who seem to continue to be doing crazy things whenever Rob and I leave the room. I also had a couple of silly quotes from me and one from Bibi, my granddaughter.
But then Romanov who is perfectly fine now had a seizure, a particularly bad one from which he emerged disoriented, temporarily blinded, and struggling to walk. He hasn't had a seizure in a long time and this is only his second. I know that there's nothing to worry about and that he came through okay. He ate. He drank some water. He was even rough-housing with Snowdoll.
Yeah. He's fine and I'm a collapsed mess, trying to focus on my studying and catching myself just staring at the page unable to remember what I just read. So I surrender. I'm going to grab a book and head off to bed.
How shook up was/am I? I forgot to eat dinner. I just realized. Rob even reminded me. And I think I got up to make something but I didn't and now . . . I'm eating popcorn before I go to bed. Does that count as dinner? Probably not. Oh well. Too late now.