Don’t really know what to write about. Mom’s still in the hospital, and they’re still trying to figure out what’s going on with her. We are sad. Sometimes my chest just hurts with all the sad and worry. You know? Even sadder, I had bronchitis this past weekend, so I couldn’t go to see her this week, couldn’t risk exposing her. I hated being so far away from her. But I rested as well as I know how, and now it’s back to my work week. I’ll get to go see her this weekend for at least three days, so that will be something.
So frustrating. I know they’re doing all they can, but the wheels move so slowly, don’t they? There are so many things in life we can cantrol. And so many we can’t.
Meantime, though, here’s a tiny dog on the floorboard of my car:
There could be one on your floorboard. You should check. They’re easy to miss (Miss IDAHO, that is!).
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