I’ve now been through the entire rabies-shot series and coming up on three weeks since the attack. Mr. Tux has been AWOL since that night. My hand has mostly healed and the antibiotics seem to have done their job.
My friend has left the area and moved for adventures in AZ. The last several days were a fight to get her car packed; get settled with what goes and what doesn’t; return the modem; get the house cleaned professionally; and … wait, let’s back up.
I did not have to make the arrangements for the move. I didn’t do the actual loading of the truck. I was there to help with the bits and bobs; prove my talent for spatial analysis and spatial association, plus give moral support.