i'm silly, i can't tell what's what. mary sent a video of hilde playing ball, bonking the ball back with her nose, and i thought, i guess i wanted to believe it was now, but she can't play ball now, she's not even eating. tomorrow i'll be soul sleepy. i have to get little bear, then groceries, then lulu, then bike lube, then see hilde for the last time in mister's cherriot by the lake. i wonder if she'll see the water, she'll know where she is, she'll be happy in her cherriot, looking at the inland sea.

i hear them delivering tomorrow's paper, and picking up the trash. i best try to sleep.