Me? I am staying the blazes out of his way, for the most part. Between offering up the occasional glass of Emergen-C (I've heard vitamin C helps with nicotine withdrawals), I'm leaving Didge to himself and focusing on studying for my next teacher training weekend. I feed him and make sure he's comfortable, but then casually dash back to the bedroom or up to practice yoga. I've been afraid his mood would take a sharp turn south.
Overall, though, his mood has been like this:
It's okay. I don't know, either. We can all be lost together.
I got to hear Kraftwerk a lot yesterday. A lot, a lot. You know what?
It's been a while since I shared some music with you. You're welcome.
All complaints about hearing that over and over aside, if it means a smoke-free Didgeridoo Boy, it's worth it. The man cave smells like bubble gum and he's been up for the better part of thirty six hours, but this song makes him happy. In our world, that song is on its way to deification.
Enjoy your Monday, and wish Didge luck!
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