It's almost time for bed but I can't bear to stop listening to Jason Mraz's I'm Yours. I'm hooked on this song today and have been replaying it all night, I'm certainly going to dream about it tonight.
The good news is Rusty is well again. Everyone's been asking me how I could tell Rusty was sick. Well, when he's well, he wags his tail furiously and you can actually see him smiling and perky. But when he is unwell, he becomes withdrawn and quiet. He walks slowly and refuses to eat.
Now he is almost completely back to normal. When we roamed around the farm this evening, he was rushing around and pulling me along on his leash. He's energetic again. That's always a good sign.
I'm glad we went back for dinner. As the five of us sat down to a simple home-cooked dinner, I tried to imagine how quiet their dinners are now that we're no longer living there. No wonder they look forward to having all of us back for dinner every weekend.
Well, it's time to hit the sack. How I wish it's a holiday tomorrow...