waiting

Tonight, I watched both cats sit down at the front door for a few minutes, just like they used to do when they would wait for Shawshank to come through it. And then I burst into tears.

First, the worrying. Shawshank gets three free phone calls every week now. He called after dinner tonight. Since it’s not one of the pre-planned nights to call, he freaked me out yet again. He was pretty upset when he called the first time last night, and he doesn’t hide it very well. When I ask…

Patients, patience, and trying to keep morale up.