This morning finds me spinning wildly in the webs of why. Why am I tripping over the carelessly tossed possessions of adult sons? Why am I caught in the middle of their adult territory disputes? Why don't I know if Eldest Son has fed the animals, or not? Why can't I just knock on his narcoleptic bedroom door to ask? Why is my beloved still in the hospital 3 days after a simple out-patient procedure? Why is all this happening all at once? Why can't I just go out and play on what looks to be shaping up to a beautiful day? And the why's just keep coming through every thread of my life. Sticky, icky business... Mostly I think I am avoiding ... Spinning a cocoon??? Go away world and leave me alone!!!!

My beloved's condition continued to worsen yesterday. Yet another "simple procedure" was performed yesterday afternoon. When I gave wings to my flight reflexes yesterday evening, it was still too soon if the latest "simple procedure" had done its job.

It has taken me an unusually long time to type this. Lots of re-typing going on. Hubsy texted over the course of this typing. The text said he was feeling better. He has been getting up to get his own ice. He has not eaten since Wednesday night. Hearing issues make phones a risky proposition for me, but I decided to risk a call. His voice had cleared up ALLOT. Those gravely tones I find so difficult to distinguish had given way to the clear tenor I am accustomed to hearing. We talked a goodly while. In the end, we decided it would be better for me to go out and play in that beautiful sunshine. The bees need tending and the compost needs turning... Time to get my buzz on. Bees and compost smell MUCH better than medical establishments.

Thanks for letting me ramble...