Today I slept. Scooter slept. I got up once to sit at the dining room table and he came over and scratched at me until I got back on the couch. I also watched Wall-E, which is the perfect movie when one is woozy on drugs and can’t follow two complete sentences.
And I watched goatcam. Caper eats more than Pip. Have you noticed? I knew that already, but is it ever confirmed by the cameras. It was like watching a balloon get filled in slo-mo. A fuzzy, smiling, munching balloon. Maybe it was the drugs, but it also seemed to me that he got shaggier as he ate. Caper’s belly was out to his knees by this evening. At least I know he’ll be toasty warm out there tonight – the wind is blowing and there’s a dusting of snow coming down. Steve is going to put extra hay in Candy’s hutch. I might be out of it, but I’m still able to pester him about the animals. “Do the chickens have water?” “Can you bring Petunia inside, she can’t make it up the ramp?” Steve doesn’t need any of these reminders. Good thing I can rely on him. Scooter and I have to take another nap.