On the way to the hospital this afternoon, I stopped at a yardsale that turned out to be free. Got three pairs of brand new (though they had been stored in less than optimal conditions by a woman I suspect is a hoarder) black leather winter gloves.

Did all the stuff this morning (and talked to Tom twice) that I didn't get done yesterday. Just got home from the hospital a few minutes ago. And I'm in a bit of a state. I think I'm more worried about Tom than even during his heart surgery back in 2004.

He still feels fine. He'd like to come home. But the doctor hasn't a clue what's causing his BP fluctuation.

Gotta go shower and wash my hair. Then heat up some boiled dinner since it's been a long time since I've eaten.

Linn