Death near. Sad time.
I don't know which is better, knowing it's coming or not knowing. Thinking the kidney food Tim went and got her might outlast Wiggy.
Even with the sadness, it's a nice calming quiet day here at The Manor. We reset the kitchen table on our wonky floor. Then finished painting the extra shelving I built to go under the HUGE table.
In between coats I sit in the snug with my Halloween mug filled with goodness and watch Barbie Dreamhouse Challenge on Discovery Plus. I didn't grow up with Barbie, yet I'm digging the designers recreating different points in time, retro to now, within the Barbie world. Cool stuff. It's the perfect kinda stupid show for where my brain is at today.
Lastly, the rain let up later tonight and I smacked a coat of primer on the shed, after Tim and I attached more wood on the right facing side and back. Next time I do a project like this, I'm saving for a good paint sprayer.
And lastly, lastly, I'm heartsick over Miss Wiggy. Painting helps. I like the quiet. Checked on her a few minutes ago and she's still bright-eyed. It's weird how it comes and goes. For sure gonna miss that little boogerbutt when she's gone.
And that's all that's fit to print.
Huggs & Bugs,
I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow.