Every few days, we talk to Joey about the upcoming move. The first time that Mr. Book explained that he was going away for awhile, Joey asked “Why?” Now, he just gets withdrawn and angry if we talk about it. Since he produces so little speech, it’s easy for me to forget how much he understands. We’re both sad, of course. But it looks like the Mister now has two jobs waiting for him, which is great. It feels like we should be making maximum use of our remaining time together, but too often we end up just curled up together on the couch, being sad.
I dreamed that Mr. Book died, and woke up sure that the feeling in the dream was what it would really feel like if he died; I just wanted to fall down and stop, because it was all over. It felt like the end of the world. Doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to figure out what that one was about.
I told Nora and Ruth, and Nora responded (politely, and friendly . . . ly), and Ruth did not. Perhaps I’ve been conversing with the wrong person all along. At any rate, I don’t think there’s anyone else I have to tell.