I am getting farther behind rather than catching up.
May at a garden center will do that to a person.
We are busier than we've ever been and I work until midnight or later almost every night.
Emily is throwing up more than usual for her.
Tomorrow morning we are taking her to the hospital for a feeding tube change.
(This has nothing to do with her throwing up.)
They will sedate her for it and we will hope and pray, like we always do, that she will come through without any setbacks.
And yet in spite of puke and lack of sleep and way too much work everywhere I turn,
I know that I am blessed beyond measure.
And I want you to know that I know that.
That's all for now.