Well, first of all, I don't drink beer. But, yes, I did shed a few tears in my club soda, after Hillary went down. Y'all know how I feel about that other guy, who now seems to be our President-Elect. Mercy. That's all I can say.
And, yeah, I shed a few more tears in my icy soda when I became ill at the beach, after first enjoying a great couple of days at Baby Bro's new home in South Carolina. We rented the same Surfside Beach house as in January and did settle in for a few nice days of wave-staring. Unfortunately, I started a rather high fever, so we headed home. A week in the hospital got me on track, but I'm still having a tough time on the rebound.
Then came a lot of tears when Lyla became ill and spent a coinciding week in her local medical facility. Now, THAT was upsetting. She is still on the mend from an extremely nasty infection, home with powerful IV antibiotics. But giving thanks that her ailments seem to have been arrested. Prayers. She is just precious.
The good news is that our Sugar turned fourteen during all of this. That's right, Aubrey is growing so fast, as are all the GrandLoves, but she remains as sweet as ever. What more can one ask for?
And we had our first snow of the season. Skiers are ecstatic.
Turkey plans were disrupted, but it seems that Bri 'n' Kell are catering here at the Lake. We'll miss Christian 'n' Dawn et al, but Baby Girl needs more time. I can relate to that, in all my exhausted-from-doing-nothing glory.
Happy Turkey to all. Always giving thanks for the good to be found in each day...