Roxy had a very strange episode last night. It definitely goes into the seizure category, but it wasn’t like anything she’s ever done before. She skipped the convulsion part and jumped straight to her recovery zone, where she wanders around the house and bumps into things for a while. This time, though, she was skittish with us and she was halfway crouched down as she hurried from room to room. It was weird. She’s fine now.
In some strange way, I’m sure it led to the somewhat off-the-wall dream I had after finally going back to bed, involving an obstacle course/marathon through a city, in and out of houses and hotels and malls, through windows instead of doors, across bridges and boats and parks. I was determined to beat my pal Jess, even though I knew she was better and faster than me in this event. She was always just ahead of me, almost in arm’s reach. The rest of the people running in the race were way behind us. Because we’re awesome.
Jessica
Ha. Not likely. (About me being ahead of you, I mean, not the awesome part. We *are* awesome.)