Sucker for pretty eyes, sucker period. Been worrying myself sick over people who don't care if I live or die, could not, I suppose, would rather continue feeling like myself, sick or no. Reliable, stupid.
Been thinking about Peretz's friend Chloe who used to live down the street. Her owner was a roofer, went with him everywhere, leapt joyfully into his truck on the way to jobs, etc. Anyway, one day he died suddenly of pneumonia. Dog was never the same, sullen, standoffish, no interest in Peretz. Sad as hell.
Looks to be nice this weekend, maybe work in a trip to the seashore with P, watch the waves go by.