We're all home (well, John's at work). Mallorie's singing on the couch. Oops, never on the couch, right? I meant on the, umm, quilt on the floor.
Hannah's making some kicking salsa to go with her version of John's tacos. I smell sweet oniony smells from the kitchen, and she just showed me a couple of 2-inch serrano peppers, and asked how much I thought should go in the salsa. Uh, none?
I'm going to see if someone will watch Mallorie and make sure she gets fed on time and doesn't fall off the .... quilt-on-the-floor ... so I can maybe even grab a quick nap.
All's well with the world. My world, at least!
Thank you Dr. E. Yeah, I know. Lactulose. Whatever.
And thank you to the wonderful nurses. Gayle, Jolayne, Mary Ann, Lori, Cindy, Vicky. You made it almost feel like home, and made us feel really important, which is a great thing to feel.
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