Just wanted to say thanks again to all of you who commented or emailed about Gert. I really, really appreciate it. It's one of those precious few signs to me that the world is good; February will soon be over; These feelings will lift.
Gert is very well, and in my honest opinion, no longer remembers that anything unusual occurred. (Gert has never been known for her mental prowess). She is sleeping comfortably in her chair right now, having woken me at 6:04 to demand food and outside time. These needs satisfied, she has returned to bed, whereas I am up for the duration of the day. Oh well. I'm glad things are getting back to normal.
Happy Belated Birthday to my sister, Ali, who turned 27 yesterday. She came over for a nice birthday dinner of my husband's awesome pork chops (Ali and I both thought we hated pork chops until we met Thomas) and acorn squash. YUM! (Even if I did struggle with the squash and we sort of had to eat it for dessert. Sorry, Ali.)
And so another week begins. A week in which I will no longer use this blog like a diary but will actually post about things that matter. Like Little House on the Prairie.