Did anybody watch that trailcam video of a possum shoving a skunk into a pond and running away that I linked to yesterday?
Although really, that was just for me. It was that kind of a day and I needed anything to make me laugh. My husband woke up so sick–I spent the day trying to get fluids down him and increasingly wondering whether I should be calling for help, having gone through dehydration a few years ago so bad I ended up at the ER myself.
You really don’t want to go there right now if you don’t have to.
The kids called and I told them how it was. My friends Phyl and Lee came by with a birthday cranberry coffee cake, not coming in, not coming close other than to hand it to me outside and we visited a moment. I confessed to feeling overwhelmed at that point.
A whole lot of prayers started going up besides my own.
At 9:30 pm to my astonishment he sat up and drank a bit of apple juice and even ate a little bit of soft food. He wanted custard? Absolutely, and I ran and made custard. He ate a little. Today he finished off the lot of it as he worked.
The doorbell rang in the afternoon with a birthday present. He helped me eat some of that, too.
Oh wait. I forgot to tell him that Sak had a pandemic-induced $75 postpaid price on that gorgeous tooled leather zipped tote that is as close to replacing my beloved cabled-knit-stitch-embossed one that is just too far gone now as I am ever going to find and did he know he got me a really pretty purse for my birthday? A bit hippy-dippy but then so am I.
Let me run go tell him that. He’ll feel great knowing he got me something so cool.
(Runs and tells him.)
He grinned and joked and teased and laughed and man it’s good to see him feeling that much like himself again like that.