Time has changed for me. Minutes have become hours, hours in turn become days and days take forever. even with everything going so slowly, I cannot accomplish anything. I just sit in my chair reliving my past with Max in my lap. He anchors me in place. As I sit I drift in out of sleep, semi-aware of the activities going on around me.

Today I did get the garbage cans retrieved from the street and refilled them immediately with garbage gathered just yesterday. That’s going to make it difficult to make it to next Monday without creating another pile of garbage. The only solution is for us to eat the garbage. That’s more than disgusting so it’s not an option. We will have to define a way to eat meals without making garbage during the process.

Enough about garbage.

When Max and I walk around the block we pass by a yard with interesting toadstools. They began as orange balls emerging from the grass then changed to these.

Now, Monday is done. The empty hole in my heart grows bigger. Perhaps the slow passing of time for me is necessary for me to process this loss.