Went over to T's parents for a while, her brother and his wife came up from Boston for a late celebration of T's birthday, had some very fancy bourbon, mushroom soup, tea. Felt very tired so came back home pretty quickly, now I'm thinking bad thoughts, shaking. Peretz needs to go out.
He keeps falling through the crust on the snow.
Feeling very worried.
Heard earlier from my dad that his dog Berkeley had eaten two flank steaks of a total weight of about three and a half pounds out of a bag on the way back from the grocery, bulging stomach, sheepish look. He's a good dog.