One of the less wonderful parts of Ann’s work is “on-call”, this coming after she’s already worked a 12 to 14 hour day. Often, the night passes without an interruption, though she has her pharmacy resources and calculator piled near the phone.
Last night, the phoneÂ rang a half-dozen times, one of which occasioned her water glass being knocked off the night stand in the dark; this is a long-standing family tradition. But the dog and I had a late night out (Superbowl up through half-time) and Gandy was sleeping soundly through all the commotion overnight, and past her usual time) we emerged only as the outline of the ridge became visible out of the darkness. It is calm, cold, and Monday-feeling.
Moreso even than the recent usual, my brain and ambition are missing on a couple of cylinders. I really need to regroup and decide what I want to do when I grow up. But the dog fills those gaps yet, but maybe not forever.
Today, she’s the lady, yesterday the tramp. I still don’t know how to explain the mood swings during or between days; but the overall trend is less beast and more beauty.
She has quadrupled her weight since coming home with us 7 weeks ago. I just weighed her, which will soon become impossible by holding her, then weighing myself. She is a bit over 27 pounds. Based on the 15 week weight times two that I’ve seen as an approximation of adult weight, she will end up between 55 and 60 pounds. So we want beauty, the lady, the soft mouth, the wanting to please and the gentle soul we suspect is buried in there somewhere.