Mindset: fatigued exhaustion. The buildup and continuation of having to wake up every couple of hours throughout the night due to Scottie getting up to poop repeatedly has been going on for three or four days now. The sleep depression brings back memories of Guiamme Barre. So much so that the dread of the end of the day carries a foeboding anticipation of its continuation;this isn't good, and we have no clear understanding of why this suddenly started. And whether it will end or not.
Goals: one final trip to my moms to setup the final step in the network triage. Maybe. Its not pressing and I am hesitant to introduce any further possible risk. More PTSD it seems.
Anticipation: Ann uninterrupted nights sleep. Somehow. Someday.
Gratitudes: I have someone to be coordinate this with. Without her, I might not have the support or ballast to navigate the minor and major turbulence that make up every day. Even the minor inconvenience of an old dog's IBS.
