I might even be VERY quiet.  What with work and Mr. Furance and domestic things, I’m just busy but not productive in a way that brings about show and tell.

Dad had another stroke on Friday. This one was much worse. We don’t know when he’ll be home. While his face isn’t sagging his speech is noticeably slurred, his left side is not functioning well.  Last night was bad for him, hallucinations, trying to get out of bed to go home, belligerence, very agitated and close to violence.  My mother arrived at the hospital this morning to find her husband in restraints. They are moving him today to a place where he will be safer and not in danger of getting off the ward and out into the streets.  Locked ward.  Sedation.  Oh dear and oh my.

Before I had not much to say and now I really don’t.

I think I’m going off to live in the moment.  Love to you all and see you round when I’m around.