Energy in the house is down.

Kimchi has returned home to her human mother. The energy in the house has gone down like 95%. Hahaha. Those working dogs, they really need jobs. I asked Jeremy to take this photo of the three of us, all I can say is that stretchy pants need to go. I’m trying, but really, I love them and I’m slightly chubby these days, so what can I do? I’m thinking about it, but also not really.

Edda’s been having a series of seizures for the past few weeks. A few at night which we could not figure out if they were seizures or almost seizures – she seemed perfectly fine during the day and they were only every three days or even once a week or so. And then she had also a “gentle” one on Friday morning – I sent her to camp and then when she got home and Ginny showed up and I was explaining the seizure activity to her and she had one right in front of Ginny and me. This time stronger, but none of this, thankfully involved her biting her tongue. So we got her settled, she had dinner and then I proceeded to give her a bridge of clonazepam over the next 36 hours which knocked her out. I call this colloquially “rebooting” her brain. So it’s been quiet around here, I think we are going to stop the bridge today and have her recover from it enough to send her to camp tomorrow. It so weird that we are so used to Edda’s seizures that this was all happening in the background of the week. Poor girl.