No ten on this tuesday - maybe tomorrow - though I can probably think of a hundred things on my mind. It started out good this morning - we were early... then it kind of all went downhill from there. Late doctors - a procedure that didn't quite do the trick, no pee and 9 hours later we were home with some directions on how to change a catheter bag. All that and have to do it all again next week. Why is it that nothing seems to go right? Or easy, at least? I'm done with all of this.
I would like to run away from home - to Norfolk, maybe.
I miss that place.
And those guys too.