In case you haven’t noticed, Mom and I have not been doing a good job of making my posts on time. I have a lot to say, but she hasn’t been home long enough to even think about writing. She, Miko, Missy and I have gotten in some snuggle time, but only once we all settle into bed. Dad is still in the hospital. We thought he was doing better and would be transferred to a hospital closer to home. That all changed. Tuesday night he suffered another stroke. This was another of the mild ones by his standards. The infection also came back with a vengeance. His answer to those things is to go into a deep sleep where even Mom can’t wake him up. I know that scares her. Yesterday, however, he was awake, and even walked down the hall with Physical Therapy. Mom said his face is still drooping, making it hard to understand what he says. I have never understood how she did that anyway. He and I have always communicated by gesture. He knew when to pick me up so I could kiss his ear. He also knew when to put me down. What more does he need to say?

Mom trusted that he would be okay. She came home to finish putting in the new storm door. It isn’t perfect, but she explained that she thinks the door frame was put in on an angle when that part of the house wasn’t level. The two small windows beside that door are also slightly angled. I think the new door looks great. She hopes it will help reduce one of the many drafts we have in this old house. Do you like it? I guess she has lots of jobs right now. Maybe I need to be more patient with her.