Dear friends and unfittie-followers:
I'm not at home right now. I'm in a hotel in Calgary, because my husband had some planned surgery yesterday. Part II of the plan was for me to use his computer in our hotel room, but I can't seem to get it to work, so I'm on the public one in the lobby, with our dog Lindy asleep on the floor beside me.
Lindy and I are fine, and I expect Dick is, too. He asked me to check with the nurses about visiting hours so he would know when he could kick me out. I was amazed. Visiting hours used to be 12 noon to 2pm and 6pm to 8pm when I was younger. Now they're 10am to 9pm. I was ready to leave before he was ready to kick me out!
I won't be doing much posting, due to the computer situation, and probably not a lot of commenting, either, if other hotel guests are lined up behind me for the only lobby computer. Right now, though, there are four children lined up to pet Lindy.
Such a life.
Forgive me, please, if I am an unreliable participant in the blogosphere until we get home.