While talking over coffee this morning, we realized that the number 31 has more than a passing significance for us. (As we discussed it, I happened to glance at the microwave. haha)
The 31st of May will be a day I’ll not forget anytime soon. Or maybe ever. I remember emailing my principals, telling them that I normally would never even consider not coming to school on the students’ last day (I never had in 23 years of teaching), but that this time, I think the Thriller needed to come first. I planned to accompany him to see the pulmonologist on the 31st about his vocal cord paralysis because I wanted to make sure we got all the information on what needed to happen next.
Of course they understood and said no problem. I look back on that day and marvel at what we didn’t know.
The 31st of December is our wedding anniversary. Aww. Looky how young we were.
So as the 31st approaches, we have the second chemo treatment, more vet visits (poor Pax — he’s still struggling to stand up for more than a few seconds right now, but we’re hopeful), school work and company coming to stay.
Thirty-one things to do today, and here I sit. Hope you’re enjoying your Sunday!
Much love to you, fiends.