Dogs shed, cats shed and so, at this point is my George. I had had the faint hope that he would be spared the hair loss but no, he is shedding. Much like every cat I have ever had, those dark hairs liberally sprinkled through the grey seem to land visibly on his pillow case. The grey? Prominently displayed on his navy Cal t-shirt. There are a few whiskers that may be joining the exodus. As if that wasn’t enough, he is still sorely (sorry, bad, bad pun) waiting on white blood cell and platelet recovery so all of his visitors (me included) are sporting gowns and masks.
If you have ever had trouble sleeping – think about doing so in an M-95 respirator. On the other hand, don’t bother. It is a small annoyance compared to the lousy sleeping chair and all of the iterations. After spending most of the day quietly together, I took that marvelous mode of transportation called BART back over to the East Bay and crashed. Errands to run, laundry to do. And sleep.
(this is D+13 if you are counting).
