|The New Yorker May 7, 2012|
He got out before everything got really shitty.
The Midge health update for Friday: we had a good day. Nothing especially great, no trips to the k-r-a-p (they know the word and get super excited if you say it) -- I'm walking on eggshells worrying about her. I'm starting to think that we should wrap things up while her days are still okay, because I can't bear the thought of fucking up the schedule and having her suffocate during the next attack. Enjoy your weekend!