The day of the week I have always dreaded was Sunday. In youth, it was because school was the next day….that’s never really changed.
These days, I awake and realize that I haven’t taken Gerry out and that he must REALLY need to go, until I wake up just enough to realize that he isn’t downstairs waiting for me…..if I’m lucky I go back to sleep, but usually I just spend the rest of the night thinking about him and 100 other things that are there to fill that space.
