Finished with TAKS testing today and passed off all of my scales Friday, fun stuff. Ahead I have only clear skies and stress-freeness. My love Francis is ill and I fear he does not have much time left. He and I were reading a quiet book together and off fell one of his blue tassels that I worked so lovingly to sew on. Already I mourn for my beloved Francis, but Gumb says what matters is how I make the time I have left with him. I hope he's happy, who knows, maybe he really has years and years left and I'm paranoid. But I love that pillow, he's too young to die. My sweet Francis, how I love thee. Well I should be getting back to nursing him back to health, maybe I'll buy a new tassel and sew it on.