The rain seems to have left for the time being and the days have been pleasant.
The girls are out of school for nine days, it's around 7:45 a.m., and they're still asleep.
Hope all of you in the "snow belt" are managing okay. My home county (Herkimer in New York) is snowbound as is my birth city of Syracuse. My adoptive mom and my brother both live in Albany and I've heard that area is covered up as well. I have one blogging friend in Herkimer County who will be spending her weekend shoveling.
The temperature in Australia is hovering over 100° (F) and one of my southern California friends tells me it's in the eighties there. Hasn't reached us yet and I think San Francisco has been cold and wet.
I haven't written much about Carol lately. She's been slipping ever since her week home and it became worse after the trip to the doctor here. I think the two unnecessary trips used up what little reserve energy she had. The care facility called me late Friday afternoon to tell me she was running a 105° fever (98.6 is normal in Fahrenheit) and they were sending her to the hospital.
I'm too tired mentally and physically to even rant about the utter stupidity of those two trips. They didn't change the eventual outcome but she would have had a little more time of feeling reasonably well. Instead, she was exhausted and in pain by the time she left (on both trips). On the other hand, she did get the one last visit home, had time to be with the girls (her grandkids) and they were able to see her outside the confines of a nursing home. I try to look at that visit as more of a plus than a minus overall.
I was going to make a trip Saturday but I was too sick to make the drive alone and I didn't want to ask Ray. He took a nasty fall earlier in the week (right on his face) and is now in a neck brace. He would have gone without hesitation but it would have been too much for him. I'll wake up a little and try it today after I've called the facility and/or hospital. Not that I expect to find out much with a phone call but I can try.
Anyhow, yesterday I wouldn't have trusted myself to drive, even on the back roads. Today seems to be better so far. I think it was just stress and depression catching up. My own energy level has slipped drastically lately.
Blogger keeps telling me "publishing may fail" and I keep saving this. Perhaps I'd better finish it up while I still have the net.
The girls are okay so far. They know what's going on although we don't dwell on it. We've all been doing what we always do. I won't take them to Turlock unless they specifically ask and I don't think they will. We had the week when Carol was home and almost herself for part of it. I'd rather they remember that. I could be wrong; I just don't know. I'll play it by ear for now.
Carol may pull out of this episode but if she does there will be another and another.
Anyhow, I'll be okay. I've bounced back in the past; I will again. I must.
Update Sunday afternoon: Since I wrote this I've seen Carol. She is doing better; her fever is down a little and she's out of the hospital although she may have to go back. I took Rochelle and Rebecca after all because it would have been too much for Ray with all three. It worked out. Carol was in good spirits and glad to see them.
I've been reading all your comments and even check on most of your blogs. Between the "iffiness" of the net lately and my own lack of energy I haven't gotten back to many of you with comments or replies but I am keeping up and thank you.
PI, I'm pretty sure Merle is Peter's sister-in-law. If I'm wrong, she can correct me. (Peter just did. They're brother and sister.) Thanks, Peter. I think I knew that once upon a time.
Take care everyone. I'll get back when I can.