Well the sun finally came back out. Things are looking up a bit.
Bruce continues to get a little stronger every day. His appetite is returning. The energy still lags a bit, but that will come in time. He probably won't be starting chemo for few more weeks, but for now the small victories are encouraging.
I have some quiet time now. Sis and my nephew are at work. Bruce had some breakfast and is taking a nap. I have the kitchen cleaned and some watermelon that still needs to be seeded (Bruce loves melon but the seeds would cause major problems with the ostomy).
Me and "Shady" the parrot are just chilling out.
If you have to hang out with a parrot, "Shady" is a pretty cool one. He doesn't talk, but he does mimic. He *barks* like the dog next door. That's funny enough. Then he gets fired up and does the "Woody Woodpecker" whistle.
He does it three ways:
Fact is there are only two safe ways to shut him down. Either let it run its course or pull the blanket over the cage and make him think it is night time.
Bruce slept poorly last night. He went off to bed about thirty minutes ago.
Five minutes ago "Shady" went on a singing spree. I had to shut him down.
Two weeks ago it was refereeing airplanes. Now I'm reffing a one pound piece of grey feathered poultry.
It works for me.
Thanks again for all the emails at my regular address asking about, and in support of, Bruce.
We're making progress.
Air Traffic Mike, ret