Michelle, when it rains it pours. Take care of yourself, and I hope we don't have to read about you driving yourself to the ER again. That is always a difficult thing - getting home again seems to be the worst part of it.

I was tired last night so didn't add anything to the thread, but last night I went down to see Susie. The old Susie is really beginning to show through. We both agreed that a month ago it wasn't in her plan to take several months out of her life by recovering from an accident, but she is recovering and we're all not only behind her, we're astonished at her progress. She's in the "now" most of the time, but every so often her memory shunts her off into a dialog fugue about "starting over" - her husband (who died last October) needing to "start over" in hospice, or she herself has to "start over" in talking to doctors about things that are already going on. I'm sure it is a brain glitch but it will hopefully clear as she gets stronger. She is in control when it comes to getting out of bed into the wheelchair and heading to the bathroom, concentrating on this small but important task as much as in the past she would have focused on layering pieces of glass in the kiln to make a new piece of jewelry. Everything in it's time, and she will fight her way back to good health and a fit body.

Zeke goes to the vet in a few minutes. He'll be able to go see her once he's caught up on his annual booster shots.

Rain overnight, rain tonight. I really wish it would dry enough so I could mow the front - it was February in 2005 when the grass was tall like this and it looked like no one was home that my house was broken into. Last week someone tried to break in next door. The mown lawn tells passersby that someone is here. Now, the dogs tell them someone is here. I guess I'll leave the other two in the house when I take Zeke to the vet. And I hope to mow the weeds in my front lawn later in the week.

SRS