now there are six weeks left. then r. has to leave to stay with trudy who needs her because she's lost her memory. so r. is going from me lost in my endless generation of dead skin to take care of her mother who has lost her memory. and i feel so sad to be this way when the time continues to fly like my lost skin. 
r. just came to tell me the calendar of shitting dogs is up on the wall and it tells her there are six weeks left. please let me be healed soon. for r. and the dogs and little shrinking baleful me.
bless you r.