Wednesday

I’ve turned into a mother hen since Buck had his operation. It was such a small operation, but still, it came with its attendant pain, etc. We had a quiet day, with him messing with his papers all morning, and a movie this afternoon.

We saw Red Eye — by Wes Craven, but with surprisingly little bloodshed. Well, there is the bit about Rachel McAdams shoving a pen through the windpipe of Cillian Murphy, whom I liked so much in 28 Days Later. But no real blood in that, oddly enough.

So now he’s asleep again, and I write in my blog.