Congratulations, my lovely friends, we’ve made it to Friday. Mr. Flopsy made an appearance in the yard this morning. We didn’t have to go to court yesterday. He called on Wednesday and they told him things had been rescheduled, there was no new date, and they’d be in touch. On one hand, it sucks that…
It’s a stressful day. We still have no idea what’s going on, legally. We won’t even have a clue about the next step(s) until after noon, when he can finally get an answer from the lawyer about whether or not he needs to even be at the meeting tomorrow. We texted a bit at his…
We’ve hit the final countdown until the next legal hurdle, another pre-arraignment meeting in a week. To say that I’m stressing out is an understatement. I can’t even begin to imagine what he’s feeling, and I’m fucking terrified. We don’t even know if he needs to be there. He’s supposed to call them the day…