Transported

Thank you all for your prayers, kind words, helpful suggestions, unique thoughts and other strange and wonderful communications this morning!

I am feeling better, but that could have something to do with the glue fumes I slept in last night. In spite of all the fans, it was still pretty bad in the bedroom until very early this morning. At first it gave me a headache, so I tried the couch, but the pull out couch in the second bedroom is surrounded by mold and the living room couch has a recliner that makes it very uncomfortable to sleep on. Eden has been invaded!

My poor son spent all day removing ancient pipes from my ceiling while Lennon and I “helped” him. We made three trips to a local home center, which in our area means a twenty five mile drive each way. Lennon entertained us by wearing all the pvc pipe he could get his hands on and once we thought he had his tiny arm stuck in a very curved piece, so I took him over and let him stand in the showers while his Daddy looked for what else he needed. We discovered the showers were really transporters, so we ended up in outer space, fighting aliens and moon walking without any gravity.

Hours of scooping goo out of the pipes later, my son still had not managed to replace the old pipes to his satisfaction, so today he starts again. Once we have that done we will move onto the second bedroom and carpeting situation.

In the meantime, my nausea seems to be gone along with most of the pain, so I am back to normal, more or less. (“A little bit less than more.” )