Just a note...

Tom had his defibrillator "read" today at York Hospital (home of the best ever hospital food -- yes, we did have lunch today in their cafeteria). The tech noted that there was an "event" on April 7th (the day before Easter).

Guess what -- that's the day Tom was too weak to sit up, fell out of bed, got moved to a quieter room (because his roommate made loud strange noises all night), and changed nurses as a result of the move. That was the first day I started screaming (figuratively) that something was wrong, very wrong, and that something should be done about it. (But nothing was done until Tuesday -- after their tame doctor did NOTHING and didn't even address Tom's weakness, dangerously low blood pressure or notice he was bleeding internally.)

When I told the tech what had been happening on that day, she said, "Well, that certainly explains it."

After lunch we went to Tangibles Antiques (also in York, ME) to visit with Cesar for a bit before heading to The Press Room.

On the way towards Portsmouth on Rte. 1, just slightly past the Cape Neddick traffic lights, a mother duck was herding a passel of ducklings across four lanes of Rte. 1 traffic. While not a great idea, she picked probably the best place to attempt it. I was able to creep safely around her brood which was smack in the middle of the road and I watched the traffic behind me in both lanes slowing and stopping to let her get safely (I hope) to the other side.

Linn