It was only for a few minutes, but big old Joey thoroughly enjoyed a bout of rough housing with little Connie. I was so relieved. It's good to see him enjoying himself and even a little physical exertion means he has to be feeling better.
I'm traveling this week and I'm less worried about leaving a happy Joey.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
So glad to hear he's doing better!
ReplyDeleteYes! So glad he's playful again!
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