snow melt

After waiting months for the snow to melt, I am wishing it back again. Anything to cover up the mess and the neglect over the last year. Just the thoughts of grass and garden plow me under.

It was a long day for Scott. He's in a fog of confusion and bizarre dreams. Perhaps, I should've called Salt Lake, but I know they will not be able to do anything. I wish he weren't in so much pain, but he doesn't want the drain messed with again. The discomfort seems intolerable to me; he refuses to go down for anything except for transplant.

I had a pleasant enough day. We had breakfast with Ann and Bert at Scott's parent's house; wonderful to see them. I purchased material and made the girls matching Easter skirts; so adorable. I even made after-school snacks for the kids. In passing, I had eaten my second slice of apple before I realized that someone had sucked all the carmel off.