I am waiting to take mimi to the doctor right now, and I feel a little like I am about to burst. Not like I am so proud, or excited, but like my tenuous grasp on sanity is breaking swiftly. Waiting for answers is so difficult. I feel like I could write in this journal for hours right now, but my baby is outside, eating the verboten grass. Because she wants to. And I can deny her nothing right now.

She started picking at paper, and I know that usually means “feed me”. But just now, when I fed her some, she didn’t want it. I know she wants to go outside. So I went to the back door, and asked if she wanted to go outside. She did a little leap in her run, and leapt onto the back of the couch to get “suited up”, purring patiently in anticipation the whole time. She loves to be outside.

And now that I think of it, I am going to to outside with her. I may not have many of these opportunities ever again. I have to go now…