01/04/2019 … 3:30 a.m. – Kevin is sound asleep in the guest room, because I’m a restless sleeper for the first week after each treatment. Charlie is snoring in his crate here in our bedroom. Rosie, who normally is sleeping on Kevin’s side of the bed when Kevin decamps, is pacing. And then she barfs.
(At least she barfed on the hardwood floor and not on the bed).
I could wake up Kevin and ask him to take care of it, but I’m already awake and Rosie’s barf isn’t triggering any barf response from me. I get out the paper towels and the 409 and clean it up. Put on my shoes, warm coat, warm hat, and let her out back. It’s not crazy cold out… maybe 40 degrees, so I sit on the bench on our patio for a few minutes while Rosie does her thing.
Life goes on. Rosie still barfs once in a while. She’s not putting that skill on pause while I go through treatment. This is the great AHA! that comes to me as I sit in the quiet of the patio. Life goes on. And somehow that pleases me.