I spent most of Thursday curled into a miserable ball between bouts of violent vomiting. There wasn’t much good in the day. But our sweet girl Paisley followed me from bed to the bathroom and back, staying by my feet—except when she was checking on Mama for me.
On this day…
- 1 year ago: Practically private showing
- 2 years ago: Tasty leftovers all day
- 3 years ago: Keeping me company
- 4 years ago: Wagon at the market
- 7 years ago: Mama’s previous Venetian apartment