Bit of a pity party there yesterday; sorry about that. We’re all actually doing okay.

That said, I told myself when I started writing on here that I wasn’t going to shy away from the difficulties of special needs parenting. It doesn’t do anyone any good to pretend life’s a triple-skip through Fluffernutter daisies…

And in doing so ignore the very real challenges that we deal with every day.

But! Daph had a pretty good morning today.

She did climb into bed with us sometime around 4am and proceed to scritch-scritch-scritch–scritch the side of my leg with her toenails for about 90 minutes, though. And I dare any of you out there to try and keep your sanity through such a barrage of keratinous midnight torment.

Fortunately mine’s long gone, so I was immune. (Boy ain’t been right since ’84.)

Otherwise we’re all doing fine. Chickens are doing their thing, happy that the snow’s (mostly) melted.

And then there’s Daisy who is, I mean, Daisy’s still with us…

But as you can see she hasn’t developed nearly as much as the others. That and she looks like she’s smuggling a kilo of cocaine in her trunk there. Not sure what the hell’s happening with that.

Anyway we’re keeping hope alive for now.

See you tomorrow.

j.s.