The doctor promised me the day would come when the pneumonia would be a thing of the past and I would be myself again. And this week was the week. I told someone a while ago that I was aware that I could be an incredibly annoying collection of character defects, but I still missed myself. Well, here I am! And it feels good.
Just in time for Young Son to have knee surgery on Wednesday.
And for canning season to swing in the direction of peaches for the weekend.
Never a dull moment around here!
ps–Young Son is doing very well. It will be a slow recovery, but the long-term prognosis is excellent. We’ll take that and be grateful for all our blessings.