Nothing much has changed since yesterday. Ray seemed to be feeling a little better and they were spending much of the day running tests.
I took Elcie with me for coffee with my journalist friend, picked her up "Eight Below" (which Rebecca calls "Eight Feet Under Below"), came home, picked up Tim, came home, took Tim home, drove kids to VBS, came home, picked up kids from VBS, and came home I hope for the last time today.
I feel like a soccer mom without the soccer ball.
We're dining on hard cooked eggs and tuna sandwiches. Too hot for cooking.
There's fruit, carrots, and celery to munch on too. They'll be fine.
And this is short. Thanks to all of you for the wonderful comments. It all helps and I'm doing okay, just trying not to project. Stay in the now, Ann.
Talk to you tomorrow or when I have something less vague to say.