it's like a furnace outside, and a refrigerator in here. i don't know how people can be so cold. it's a computerized system. my analog brain looks for an on/off switch in vain. 

comet was better yesterday. he pooped and snoozed and i felt less anxious. today he didn't poop and seemed distracted, he wanted to go further, then stopped and looked at me. his eyes sent fear into mine. the second walk, which i needed to thaw out, he didn't poop. a girl wanted to meet him but he didn't notice. she cried. on the way back he tried to lay down on the sidewalk 3 times. he's sleepy from the medicine, but otherwise i don't know what is happening inside. it grieves me to see him like this. when our eyes meet both are wondering.