My mom’s 18 year old yorkie is in the process of passing. I’ve had little sleep as a result. My sister is coming over to take mom and dog to the emergency vet because I can’t take care of brother and dog both. While this was going on, I found out my best friend from high school who I just talked to last week suddenly collapsed and died from Covid in Florida yesterday. Wicked, wicked disease.

I’m still going to slip away this morning to float. It’s more important now than ever. I’m feeling myself slipping a bit.