Never home free. At 2 a.m., I got up to chase Max out of the bedroom because he was scratching the sham, hoping to get me to do something, anything. He never knows, so I am always wondering. While up, I heard agitated sounds and saw that Brunswick, who had been sleeping on my legs, was having an epileptic seizure, the first since 2004.

I scooped him up and held him loosely and called out to Ed, who brought a towel over in case he had voided. But he was dry, although his chest was wet from foam. He came out of it about a minute later, and was dazed. I continued to hold him and pet him and finally he wanted to get down and he walked around uncertainly sniffing I don’t know what on the carpet. He whimpered a little. It was Ed’s guess that the med we are giving him, phenobarbitol, was not compounded properly, or the doc called in the wrong dose to the pharmacy.

Anyway, we are taking Brunz to the vet today at 2. I know he will take blood to test for the level and then we’ll have to wait a couple of days to get the results. It’s the best we can do. I am dismayed because I thought we had this particular problem well solved.

Brunz was normal this morning. The only change was he hung around me while I was doing ballet stretches. I am uessing he feels safer when near me.

I have invited Asako, a New York ballet friend, to visit. She and her son, a 15-year-old who is legally blind from radiation given to him when he got cancer as an infant, will come in April. I had E mailed her because her parents live in Tokyo, and I wanted to know how they were doing in the aftermath of recent events. She is divorced from her Italian-born husband whom she met while doing extra work at the Metropolitan Opera where he was a stage hand.

Asako said the boy was so excited at the prospect that he couldn’t sit still. I am guessing he doesn’t have many ways to enjoy himself, so I am going to try really hard to find things he can do. And Susan-my-tailor-lady has two teens who are really great kids and she is happy for them to come over and hang with him.

Meanwhile, my gtf, Nadine, whose sister has just left to return to her home in Canada, after a long stay, told me she plans to sleep for four days. She is next expecting her son and d.i.l. and two children, so she said if I want her to meet my guests she will play it by ear depending on her energy level.

I know the feeling.

xx, Teal