Just got home from work, then the hospital for a couple minutes.

Remembered to get the mail from the box. (Forgot last night.) Schlepped the bag of kindling (plus my regular impedimenta, etc.) inside. Raked up the coals and got the fire started easily. I should only have to bring in a couple loads since I'm shutting it down soon -- but need to have enough so I don't have to go out too early tomorrow morning.

I'm very, very tired as can be told by my forgetting little things in the closing routine (maybe; I can't remember).

Took Tom a clean pair of sweat pants -- not purple. Brought the purple ones home to wash.

He got a doomaphlagey in the arm (can't remember what it's called) so that he can dose himself with antibiotics for the next few weeks. Still don't know when they'll turn him lose. He MIGHT have the procedure tomorrow that they postponed from today until Friday. (Did you follow that?) And I think they still don't know exactly what the infection is, but it's not affecting his heart. (They did that test yesterday.)

First thing when Tom gets home is I'm going to learn how to prime the furnace!

Good night, dear friends!

Linn