Inspirational song: Dog Days Are Over (Florence and the Machine)
It's funny how the cats' body language changes as soon as the dogs load up in the truck. The dogs had been out of the house less than two minutes, still waiting for their shuttle to the mountains to leave, when Athena started trotting around, tail high and all of her shaggy fur floofed out, acting like we were about to have a pajama party and she was in charge of picking the games. They must understand how ridiculously overcrowded we are in this apartment. I am overcome with guilt every time I tell them they have to wait just a little bit longer before I can spring them from their asphalt prison. We humans and the dogs get to leave every day. They haven't been in the fresh air for an entire month. What percentage of their short, fragile lives is that? How long does five days feel when you only live 10 to 15 years?
I'm barely able to stand the boredom myself. Thank goodness one of my daughters is still close by. For three hours today, while we played Rock Band, time actually passed quickly. I don't ask for much these days. That was enough of a blessing, not to be sitting in a quiet room, watching the seconds pass until we can move. Tomorrow Smith Park officially changes hands, and on Tuesday the little Park West will be born. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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