I am home to let the dogs out and have lunch. I started cooking and then, as I washed cilantro, forgot I was cooking and nearly started a fire. Rose, my chubby Maltese, is still limping. But here is how the day started: I was enjoying my coffee on the porch with the dogs when the phone rang. It was 7 a.m. and my husband was calling to say "come get me; I am not at the hospital." Thank God a nurse intercepted the phone and said yes, he was still at the hospital, but he was up trying to pull out tubes and being combative. I raced over there. Turns out the night was anything but easy for the staff trying to take care of him. The doctor thinks his confusion is due to medication, but they are going to do another test just to be sure they didn't miss something. We still are not clear (pun intended) about his kidney function or whether he needs surgery.
This beautiful picture is one the family is giving me from my Grandparent's estate. I will treasure it always.