whelp i'm almost to the end of underland. i've learned a lot i'll forget and some things i'll remember probably. sometimes i'm surprised at what i remember, things i didn't even know i knew you know i didn't remember i remembered. there's some correlation between things that occur in the present and memory i suppose. little triggers, not all trauma. 
mister's been falling more. his back legs atrophied since the summer, and the unnecessary surgery, and the time without kimmee and the warm water treadmill therapy and stretching. i try to stretch him a little but it's not the same. exploratory surgery at his age is obviously not a good thing. i'd go a little crazy if it was me. let's see though. he's bounced back before. i was cheering his recovery, and it's almost groundhog day and i'm still hopeful he will swim with me in spring. that sounds like a dream, but even when we're doing it it feels like a dream. i'll never forget that dream, that life book of dreams.