Welcomed Rain
The rain came at a great time this morning. Dennis had been hell bent on mowing to even things out. Now with this rain he can mow without it looking like a stubble field after the oat harvest had been completed. Many had mowed their yards as the days of 90+ degrees continued and the results were stubble field looks. The rain has taken the temps down into the 70s. It may be a short reprieve but well deserved.
Things are going along great. I tested negative for covid. Great news. All of the prep work for surgery would have been in vain. I had heard too many stories of false positives. One of the surgeon’s assistants called this noon and the 3-D Cat scan paid off. I have no narrowing or blocked issues with my arteries.
Today was a day for me to get my home in order. I know dang well that it is going to not last . . . but I know I did my due diligence before turning it over to my ole cowboy on Sunday. His daughter stopped in this noon and assured me, there will be plenty of distractions for Dennis while I am in the hospital.
The house smells so good with both beds having had freshly-laundered bedding. I prefer sleeping under a sheet and then under feathers. Getting the duvet on is something else. I have watched videos on it and it is still a pain in the drain. I have wondered how many times some of the videos needed to be repeated before there was the one that made it seem as if success was done the first try.
The last “i” to dot came this afternoon from a pharmacist in Rochester to go over meds that I am taking, those that I have stopped taking for the procedure on their timeline, and what I will resume after. I must say, the communication through these last weeks has been awesome.
Nonetheless . . . “All is Well With My Soul.”