Scott is crabby and is crabby that he is crabby. He has chill, fever, is tired just wants to be left alone. He said he knows it is wrong but he is crabby with the nurses. He is never like this, but I suppose if there is a time in your life where it is understandable, this is it. This too will pass....
Took some pictures when I was walking while waiting for the laundry to spin. If anyone knows what kind of flowers these are let me know.
The daffodils are almost blooming, I'm sure by Monday. I bet things will be better for Scott by then.
Thanks again to all of you for your prayers - Betty.