Also, would you ever have guessed that diphtheria has two Hs? Several times a day, daily, I have occasion to think, "Now there's a word that would've lost me the National Spelling Bee."
In actual news of life, while Gus is doing very well, clearly feeling bright and cheerful and hungry-all-the-time, he's off the clinical trial and onto a modified course of chemotherapy. It's shorter than a typical treatment, and paired with another trial drug, but it gives us more of a clear, defined idea of how long he will live — approximately a year. I started to say something self-pitying about how all my dogs die young, and I do wonder what's up with that, but mostly I feel incredibly lucky to have had so many good, good dogs in my life.
In other news of me and my privilege, I am trying not to be whiny about Current Events and Politics. I am sitting pretty in my position as a white, cis, straight, educated, etc etc, person with a home and clean water and a support system etc etc. I have no right to "give up" on all of it, or opt out of caring/resisting. Still.
|Me on the Mueller Report = 17 year old Jodie Foster drinking tea during an interview|