Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Brought Tom home from York Hospital late this afternoon via the shore road and Kittery Harbor, where we stopped so he could get his walking in by walking the length of the pier, admiring Whaleback Light, the Ft. Constitution Lighthouse, the view of Fort McClary off to our right and general boat traffic in the mouth of the Piscataqua. Low tide, though. He almost had an ice cream crisis but the problem got worked out.

The cats are whining but I got some pills this morning that should help me cope with the little things that have been pushing me to the edge. So all I have to do is find some time around Tom's doctor's appointment tomorrow to make all the phone calls that have to be made and we weren't around during business hours today to make and to square away a snag that seems to have developed in one application process. These agencies don't seem to realize that I'm juggling more than just their app and the piles of documentation that has to be submitted with it. Arghh!!!

Well, off to feed said cat (and also my darlin' Tom -- after 24 years of him cooking for me, I'm finally cooking for him).

Linn