The day started wonderfully, warnings of storms and rain.
Took hubby to doctor and, while there,
the tornado sirens went off.
We ske-daddled to the house,
hit the basement with everyone.
This greeted us after the last downpour.
More details on this later. Hubby's fever spiked during the night, I rushed him to the hospital. Appendicitis...have no ideal if I spelled that right or not, still hurts no matter how it's spelled. No surgeon on staff that was not booked, so hubby rode in ambulance to Baxter County and will have surgery at eleven today.
I had to come home, feed the bottle calf, get Andrew to his track meet (Marcy took him), Bev had stayed with him through the night. Maybe a dozen phone calls to find someone to cover the office. Now, off again to attend the surgery...without a drop of sleep.
If you think you are having a bad day, I might trade you!