I had thought the ship of state would be sailing a calm and steady course after the holidays. Leopoldo and I celebrated our six month anniversary yesterday, a great number of events were being planned in a coordinated manner for once, and--well--things looked great. Then two days ago, Ramon (the "ex" with whom we shared a generally good relationship and finally had secured a great job) was mauled by a pit bull allowed to run loose in Flamingo Park. What infuriates me is that those dogs are illegal here and, yet, owners are allowed to walk them around and even set them loose. The authorities here will maniacally obsess about how you place your chairs or planters, how loud your music is even at 6 PM, but won't protect the population against unlawful attack dogs kept as pets.
So, in between going back and forth to the hospital I am now the nanny again to Lucy and KiKi. The poor things; they know something bad has happened. I can see it in their eyes.

The the old man himself, the Great KiKi, still chugs alongs at 18 years of age. He always has kisses ready for me.