Tonight Damon got home just late enough for me to start planning the funeral, which is about 8:30. That’s not really a big deal as he’s often late and I don’t sweat it. He’s a wanderer.
But in my relief that he was alive I opted to watch our TiVo’d Amazing Race sitting on his lap. Some time before the Detour Sam came ambling in to take up his usual spot on Damon’s lap. How I wish I’d had a camera to capture his face, gazing up at me in his place. Those limpid, gimlet eyes just fixed and unwavering, trying to understand.
