Evening. I still think Moki is over there on the other side of the bed. When I went to the kitchen and came back to the bedroom, it was odd not seeing him there.
I stripped and remade the bed today, using clean sheets and the old comforter, which I washed a week or two ago, and the new waterproof mattress cover. I sanitized the befouled mattress as well as I could, put a big towel on the foul Moki side. Bed is very comfortable right now.
Bought a rotisserie chicken and cranberry sauce, and a blue smoothie early afternoon. I hadn’t eaten in a couple of days. Davrola, who lost her husband 9 months ago (Twitter) says she survived on bananas, yoghurt and canned soup. Coincidentally I received three cans of Progresso split pea soup today from Amazon. I don’t recall ordering it.
I haven’t slept since that little nap yesterday afternoon. I thought eating the chicken would help me. Now I’m thinking I must go out and buy a pint.
Some doctor was supposed to call me tonight, from the CME. External examination of the corpse today. I called Jamie Scanlan and he phoned me back. Perhaps I’ll hear from Alice Therese, still recovering from that stroke. Emailed Mark Brennan early today and he was sympathetic and touched. Said he’d say his rosary for Moki tonight.
I am concerned about the disposition of the body. Cremation probably. How do I do a cheap cremation?
This morning, before redoing the bed, I found my iPhone. It was camouflaged on the dark polyester comforter. I was afraid it was lost for good and people would be trying to get me on it, and I might not be able to retrieve my mobile number for a new SIM card in Moki’s.
Greg wants me to review a Jonathan Bowden collection.
