Our boyos are so very sensitive. They’re frantic if they’re shut out of any room right now, and when they aren’t coming after us for attention, they’re in their boyjumble, which is usually reserved for colder nights. They’re jumpy, easily startled, and quick to bottle-brush. Even Corbie, a bit off to the side, is showing signs of depression.
Losing family members in hard. My poor, poor boyos. We gals are trying our best to keep ourselves, and our routines, together, Beth, myself and Luna. We have to be there for the boyos.
And I cannot get “Wake Me Up When September Ends” out of my head.