Well, the worst week of my life is almost over.

I went for coffee. After, we were going to take Jericho for a nice mountain drive.

My car wouldn't turn off. No coffee. I went home, unloaded the car of its contents that matter and drove it off to the Ford garage, where I handed them the key and said, "My car won't turn off. It's still running right outside. This is the key I was using."

Got a ride home.

We're spending the day wherever Jericho wants to be. Taking lots of pictures. No last mountain drive, I'm afraid. My silly dog wants to play, gets worn out so easily. He won't really eat, has trouble even eating. He won't drink much. He knows it's time. But he's so damn happy to be with us. Silly people-pleasing poodle, we know you hurt.

The vet will be making a housecall at four o'clock.