...because Mom is back in the hospital. This time to treat pulmonary edema, at least that's what my dad is telling me. I have called Mom a couple of times and she sounds strong, but she is the classic silent sufferer. So, prayers are welcome!
Since I'm a basket case again with worry, I've managed to finish Christmas shopping, wrapping, and mailing. Danny keeps asking what I got him and my standard answer is a cigar case. Man, he will be surprised!
Yesterday, Danny and Marisa fixed the fence and put up the outside Christmas lights. We are expecting another snow storm tonight, so I'm glad they got it done.