Every good boy deserves fugde (EGBDF)

Internet rules the world; in order for me to take advantage of the home front as a place to get some of my prep work done for teaching, I must have access to Internet, but my computer has been acting up lately, and this creates extra stress in an already stressful situation. My baby brother came by to look into the problem this morning, and either he managed to fix it, or his timing was just right. Whatever the reason, I am back in business. I was actually able to put together all I planed to accomplish over the weekend, which is nothing short of miraculous. Thanks Joey.

Gilly slept through much of the day. He had breakfast at 3:00. His sleeping pattern has changed. He is no longer restless, and sleeps with his eyes slightly opened. Perhaps he is dreaming a lot. He seemed oblivious to what was going on around him, but tonight when he woke for dinner (around 8:30) he was much sharper. He chowed down the chocolate fudge from Marvin and Sharon; I wasn’t afraid he would choke, because it was the melt in your mouth, soft type that he adores. I called to tell the Zigmans and he actually answered Sharon out loud; he hadn’t spoken for more than 24 hours; we were excited to get a rise out of him.

He’s tucked in again for the night. Eating tuckers him out, even though he rarely holds the spoon and drinks from a straw with the vessel held by someone else. Elise will come tomorrow for 7 hours; we’ll see how the day goes. Hopefully, her assistance will continue to ameliorate the situation.