Pandemic

Day ninety-one of my forced exile from Cherry’s nursing home and they threw this old dog a little bone today. Cherry and I were allowed to sit outside under a big pecan tree for an hour and visit in person with no window glass between us.

Day eighty-seven of my forced exile from Cherry’s nursing home and I soothed my soul a little by attending Mass this morning in person at Our Lady Of Czestochowa in Spring Branch. I am exhausted from a busy week of trying to fight the injustice that has and still is being done to the helpless

Day eighty-three of my forced exile from Cherry’s nursing home and I’m feeling frustrated. I spent most of this morning on the phone, talking to anybody that bothered to answer the phone and leaving messages to those that didn’t bother, just trying to get some answers. Cherry and I are both hurting, eighty three days