Sunday Evening

Whew, I'm kind of tuckered out. We've had a lot going on. Some good, some not so good. The good part was a visit from Janett's Minnesota children, Valerie and her husband John with their children; Hannah and Logan, and Nate and his wife, Angie with daughters; Gabi and Allie. They were all beautiful. As usual, you'll have to go to Janett's site for photos.

The visit took our minds off the news last week that Noah wouldn't be returning from Afghanistan next month, but would be there for an indefinite period - probably four more months. Lauren came to a pizza and pool party at Nate's motel Friday evening. Unstoppable her was driving Saturday to Champaign-Urbana looking for a house to buy for she and Noah to live in when Noah gets home, leaves the army, and enrolls at the university.

The other preoccupation of late has been Jannet's diverticulitis. To say she's had some discomfort lately would be an understatement. Her wonderful doctor Gassert had the same problem and had surgery a couple of years ago and is hooking her up with his surgeon. Janett's going to meet the surgeon Tuesday. Dr. Gassert has been expressing concern over the risks of letting the problem going untreated, but I'm reluctant to see her undergo surgery. I just see myself in the waiting room, having the nurse tell me, "The doctor will be out to see you in a few minutes. The re-sectioning went well, but we're having a little trouble stopping the bleeding." Now I'm being a bummer, sorry, but better than to pretend to be oblivious.

On a happier note, Wednesday is Janett's birthday , and we'll probably go to The Red Lobster and try to eat our way through a gift card Dean sent us for Christmas. Well maybe half way through.

Love