With hopes that your Father’s Day filled your hours with good health, love and laughter, ours, based in my bronchitis, was loving and quiet. More about that later.
Barry and David left to drive back to the coast, this morning at 6am. It always takes a while for me to become accustomed to everyone being gone. Though our family’s week, together, certainly did not go as planned, it was plain to see how much our sons and grandchildren enjoyed their time, together.
Finished my antibiotics, yesterday, but sputum still green, so more meds are ordered, and my internist wants a sample coughed up to culture.
Edie’s here helping to straighten up the house as my depletion of energy sees me bed-bound. To my good fortune, my loving support system does not waver.
Annie
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