Finally talked to Timmy this morning. He's a bit beat up but he's going to be just fine. Thanks for all the love flung in our direction.
Hot Toddy trotted off to work today, six days after the appendectomy. Good that he went. He'll be safer. There, he won't be tempted to drag Christmas trees to the curb or run the vacuum. Yes folks, I caught him doing both those things yesterday. I guess he is feeling well.
Riley, walking down the hall this morning, said, "I'm having a hard time with my sock." She stopped, bent down and twisted it into the right position, all the while talking herself through. "It's okay, I can handle it." she said.
(Sound of choir singing...ah-AH)
I got my last mercury filling replaced this morning. No more metal in my mouth.
So many reasons to celebrate.