It was a wonderful spontaneous dog day. The dogs barked and the humans talked about poetry. No one talked about the tragic build-up to war on Iran, or the ongoing genocide in Gaza, but it's the silent background of every interaction. 

Trudy's in the common room. There's a new activity director, and they're throwing the ball to people in chairs. Trudy shakes her head slightly, no, but she is engaged, watching slightly open eyed. The world goes on. 

we can never get bored of peace. cats for peace.

 

 Rubio is scary. He looks like a dead soul.

Olive cried in the night and I woke up scared for her, and then she came by my side and I held her like a child after a bad dream, and she was calm and went and played with her mouse. I was awake a while thinking about getting old. What if I live to 96. I don't want to get to old and lose my mind and run out of money. What if Olive outlives us? We have to live as long as Olive.

 

 well, we haven't been human for very long. 

 afternoon shift.