Shivers of anticipation

Awake at 6:30 am, up to wash my hair comfortably for the last time in who-knows-how-long, feed Homer the last of the dry bread. I finished the carton of milk so now there’s nothing perishable left behind in the fridge.

Errands: Nando went to the hospital for the umpteenth blood test, I to pay our gas bill and car insurance, plus deposit my most recent client check. Then we were off in the car with Homer, who was initially joyous to be traveling with us. But he began shaking after five minutes. I could feel the shivers beneath his taut silver skin. He knew.