I just talked to my mom. They're moving her out of the ICU and onto a regular floor, and she might be able to come home tomorrow.

I'm so glad, Hil. Lots of continuing-recovery and quick-discharge~ma to your mom.

That's great news, Hil. Best to her.

That's great, Hil. Glad to hear it. Hope she'll be out of the hospital in no time.

Argh. My mom does not know the meaning of "relax." She's realized that she's not going to be able to do all the cooking for Rosh Hashanah, so while she's still in the hospital, she's calling me, asking me to look up the phone numbers and menus of various food places so that she can decide what to order and get that all done.

At least it means she's doing better, I guess.

She just called again, to ask about cupcakes. I said, "Aren't you supposed to be relaxing?" She laughed and said, "They haven't told me that yet."

Hil, yay for your mom feeling better, and patience~ma for the rest.

Viscous chihuahuas and rouge waves, oh my.

Coffee and adrenaline can do amazing things, I tells ya.

So festival recycling is all set up, and my stabby feelings are slowly beginning to fade. I sense they will not go away completely until I have showered, eaten something massively unhealthy, and napped. Off to accomplish those things, possibly not in that order.

Hil, great to hear progress on your mom. Good luck with the scores of phone calls. But revel in them, as it sounds like it might be a strange delight.

As for me. I've been trying to food shop for a couple days now. But not wanting to while it's raining, because I move slowly, espicially with groceries. And moving slow in the rain is not fun. Of course, it only rained when I came home from work all week. Now. It's just raining. I got a party people! I need to make Lasagna. Get some snacks! :: shakes wee fist at rain clouds :: But. My new windshield wipers work great !!

Now, I myself have never met a viscous Chihuahua, but I find myself wondering how they could have sharp anything, really.

More than you know, dude, more than you know. We've got a vicious one in the 'hood name of Porkchop.

It's the little ones and the cute ones you gotta look out for.

Just ask my right heel. A month later and that Dachshund bite still bugs. You can still see the 5 little fang marks.

we have a chihuahua in our neighborhood named Annabelle Peapod. I've watched her chase Rottweiler puppies. She tangled with a raccoon and lost , but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to go after it again