This morning in his sick bed
We are seeing baby steps of progress in the last two days. A week ago he was like a helpless infant. Three days ago, like a druken toddler lurching to the backyard just long enough to pee on his own foot. Yesterday and today, he is like a sober toddler. He can walk...sorta. He knows what is going on around him and does as he is told...in sign language....he is now as deaf as a post.
He must be feeling better today because the Dennis-the-Menace in him is starting to wake up. He seems to have re-discovered the pleasures of raiding the garbage can and stealing my shoes. I am sure peeing on Calou's still-fresh grave is in his plans for tomorrow.
Actually, when you compare the situation today to what it was a week ago, Felix has made incredible progress. In light of where he was before this shit-storm happened though, he still has a long way to go before we can safely say that the Freight Train is back on track.
This afternoon, in the backyard looking for the garbage can