Actually, it snowed. But on top of that, the man is slowly getting better. Very sl-o-o-ow-l-y. It’s driving him crazy. He’s not bothering me too much, partly because he’s not the type of man who is dying when he is ill, but mostly it’s other stuff.
Like Emma getting up at 6am and throwing up pretty much every hour or so since. No other signs of illness.
And the element in my dryer died.
Ron and I have an appointment at the end of this week, and I don’t want to mention the good news until I know for sure it’s all done and over with. 
A part of me is still waiting for the other shoe to drop. It is just, once again, the story of my life with everything happening at once.
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