Today Strudel has a prick on her arm. It is the prick of a tuberculosis test! That is how bad some of us have been feeling and oh christ with the coughing up of the blood and the zsd’lgksdgncg;h. Anyway, we are set to meet her kind doctor in the parking lot of her small practice tomorrow, because she doesn’t work Saturday but is coming to see Strudel’s arm, which has a bear’s head on it that she drew around the prick, making the dot into the bear’s nose. This is much improved over the girls’ old doctor who up and moved to California without leaving a note.

Franny had a funny moment around dinnertime.

“Mom.”

“Yes.”

“Can I…get dressed tomorrow?” I cocked my head at her. “I mean, I’m going to get dressed tomorrow.”

So she’s feeling better. The fun non-fever tiredness hellride part is still coming. I’m not going to tell her. I dream of being alone next week. This week almost broke me.

Tonight I made turkey noodle soup with the giant turkey I made earlier this week. Who was that crazy fucker? That was a person who would have licked herself into hot spot hell if she was a Jack Russell terrier.