Sweet sweet potato

The sun is setting as I post today’s entry. The billowy clouds have taken on various shades of pink and grey against a pale blue sky. The mountains in the foreground are light and progressively darker tones of green and those in the background appear deep blue in colour. I find it ironic in a way that the scene never changes, yet it’s never the same. The movement of the water mesmerizes me.

It was marvelous day weather wise. We took advantage of every moment; I frolicked in the lake with Shelley et al. and Gilly rested on the porch, amused by Liylah’s antics.

Hunger continues to escape Gilly, but he managed breakfast without blinking. Lunch was more challenging, and I have my serious doubts about dinner. I have one of his favourites in the oven, awaiting his appraisal (sweet potato casserole, heavy on the maple syrup side), so I hope he agrees to have a taste. He’s asked me to wait, so I’m using my time constructively by preparing the posting.

Overall, it wasn’t a terrible day for Gilly, but his energy level continues to be seriously compromised, assumedly in part due to his lack of appetite. I’m not getting used to the situation; everyday breeds new worries; I’m forced to make judgment calls as to what constitutes a marked change, enough to provoke me to spring into action of some kind. I fear at times that I’ve lost my sense of perspective because of the intensity of the situation and the part that I play in it. Luckily for me (and Gilly, of course), we have loving friends and family who keep close tabs on us, and so I trust that that someone would tell me honestly if I am over or under reacting to a symptom or trend.