An inch an hour. Two feet a day.

OK. so I stole a line from a song by the Canadian rock band The Tragically Hip to sum up the way things have been going for Felix over the last couple of days.

An inch an hour
Two feet a day

He seems to be making some progress. I believe his respiratory symptoms are on the wane. His eyes seem a half-sparkle brighter and he even made a super-slow-motion lap around the back yard with my shoe in his mouth playing "keep away" today.

An inch an hour
Two feet a day

But this disease is an evil monkey. Our emotions are its toys. For every glimmer of hope there seems to be a distant rumble of trouble...getting closer.

His legs are weak
His joints ache
He is dizzy, sometimes far away
If this damned thing reaches his brain..


Tomorrow WILL be a better day.


No frothing dog no cool insanity
no "rock n' roll" no christianity
makes me feel the same way
an inch an hour two feet a day
to move through night
with very little else to say
but i'm helpless less with the people
than the space


  1. hello craig and lisa
    We are wishing, praying and conjuring up all friendly spirits, ghosts and the like to help Felix on his road to recovery.
    Ok, I'm into line-stealing as well, and forgive me if this is too corny for you but I think it is appropriate.

    As sure as night is dark and day is light
    I keep you on my mind both day and night
    And happiness I've known proves that it's right
    Because you're mine, I walk the line

    You've got a way to keep me on your side
    You give me cause for love that I can't hide
    For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
    Because you're mine, I walk the line

    I am sure Felix is fighting this thing through with thoughts of you on his mind.
    It's a fine line he's treading but you'll see him through.
    Godspeed Felix!!!

  2. We are also praying for Felix and checking your blog for his progress. No line stealing here, just heartfelt good wishes..

    Prayers and best wishes coming your way Felix,

    Cam & gang