Sunday

It's Sunday. We're snowed in. The wind is howling.

Forgot to buy the stuff for spaghetti, and now I'd have to dig out the SUV to go buy it, so we're having leftover fried chicken, biscuits, rice, gravy; could be worse.

Our TV dish is also snowed in. No TV.

At least, so far, the computer cable is working, and the heat. Blessings counted. We've certainly lost those before. Mountain life.

OK: to the point. Bill seems better. He still won't take his pain meds, and his incision hurts, and today he felt dizzy all day, but he eats about a cup of food at a time, and is sitting up a lot more. So I'd say he is better. His color is improving.

But the better he gets, the sooner he starts chemo.

Ew. There went another roar outside, and the snow looks like white fog going sideways. I better hit "send" before more troubles befall...