Well the Chemo has hit.
Kean vacillated from grouchy to snarky, cuddly to crying.
Not the whole day, mind you.
We went for a long walk and that made him happy.
Of course, nothing can really scratch the itch for him more than a motorcycle ride.
And bless that Holland and Greer--
they are old enough to take him slowly around the yard.
They sure have saved my bacon the last few nights.
If it weren't for homework, dinner, bedtime and other necessities,
the boy would be out there slave driving the girls into
riding all night.
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