Worrisome Distractions

Does anyone else see a face in this pic? Looks like he's frowning to me.

Today I thought I would write a third post about entering the new age, a place without corporations or heroes. Tryptychs are such a lovely, harmonious form, don't you think?

But it's rainy again, so the wind has gone out of my sails (or should I say all the hot air has dispersed?)

The main reason I can't think is because Jake is very ill. I had to take him out a dozen times during the night. Not only did I not sleep because of that, but because I'm wondering, "Is this it?" Is this his way of telling me he's ready to step through the veil, join the other dogs in canine heaven? Everyone says I will know for sure when he is ready. We'll see if that's right.

He drank some water just now, a good sign. I'm making some brown rice cooked in chicken broth, always his favorite food when he isn't well. We shall see if I can get him to eat a little bit.

I can't write a good post today. All my energy and focus is on my old, old dog. Maybe tomorrow, OK? OK.