W phoned last night to let me know that Ginny's daughter was expected to not last the night. Poor, Ginny. She's a tiny little bird of a woman and lost her other daughter a short time ago. Her husband has been dead for several years. She is ill herself and gets dialysis three times a week. She is W's sister. One of two remaining, if memory serves correctly.
7 a.m. and the A/C is already running.
Bandit is feeling poorly today. He had diarrhea yesterday and wouldn't poop for me this morning even though he's been walked twice. Will try again as soon as the rain stops.
Wore liniment covered by a sock on my hand last night in attempt to get some relief. Hand seems better, wrist still hurts.
Guess I'll do a Spanish lesson and make a strawberry smoothie for breakfast.
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