Biscuit, our house’s chief blanket stealer. He has at least two in this picture. 

Today there is rain and a candle burning on the table and sweet Biscuit at my feet on a blanket. If I sit down at the table here and only have one blanket, he invariably pulls it off my lap onto the floor so he can curl up on it. I’ve learned not to settle in unless I have two blankets, one for him, one for me.

I’m grateful that my son was able to get his wisdom teeth out today, that it was not traumatic, that he doesn’t remember a thing. He had oxygen and an IV and the doctor said, “Don’t look too long at my ugly face,” and then he was out and then he was back. He has a Velcro contraption with ice packs around his head now, one ice pack nestled neatly against each cheek. He is supposed to leave it on most of the time for the next 48 hours, they said. Twenty minutes on, ten minutes off. He just ate a yogurt, a Jello cup, and a push pop. The doctor called to check on him and said that today, the goal is to manage pain, stop the bleeding, and eat. So far, so good on all counts.

It is raining, a light rain. I am trying to walk at least 6500 steps a day, but I give myself a day off now and then when it feels like a treat. Continue Reading…