There’s hasn’t been much going on in my world this week. The psychomotor retardation has been really bad, and I’ve got about the cognitive capacity of a guinea pig. That’s meant very little writing, and most of what I read goes right over my head. I’m very grateful for the availability of grocery delivery when it’s this hard to move.
My parents were in town this week staying at my brother’s while he’s away. They came over to my place twice, which was exhausting. My speech is quite impaired right now, so that added an additional challenge. Although it’s not like I really have much to say to them even if my speech was more fluent. My mom was well-behaved, but my dad was rather annoying. He kept trying to get me to go out for a walk with them. Yeah sure, Dad, you go for a walk around the neighbourhood and maybe, just maybe, I’ll have managed to make it out of the building by the time you get back. There was also the standard question about whether I’m taking my meds, and a few other assorted unhelpful things.
That’s about it for me. How has your week been?
This is a throwback from when I first adopted Casper. She’s far too fat to do this now.