Baby steps

I'm worried about Youngest Daughter.  Steve tells me that she's been crying every day about my health and there's not much I can do to help her.  If she were more public about it - telling me - I could reassure her more easily that all this misery is most likely temporary, because I really think it is.  Fortunately she stayed overnight with friends and had a good day away from the sick scene here at home.

Today was a good day, I could tell when I first opened my eyes this morning and nothing hurt.  I wrote my weekly letter to the older kids, groomed plants on the back deck and made my first trek to my very favorite supermarket in weeks.  I headed straight to the deli and brought home dinner to give Steve a break.

My hope is that I've turned a corner and that this next several days will be something approaching normal, that's the goal.  And besides, our home is intact, we aren't waiting in gasoline lines and we have lost absolutely nothing this entire week.

We are blessed.