Happy Hour Chatter

I was supposed be in Bismarck for crisis training this morning. Instead, I took my husband to the emergency department. He'd been up since 1am with extreme diarrhea and vomiting. He was so week, he fell on the way to the bathroom. I was able to get him up and told him I was taking him to the hospital. He didn't argue.  Diagnosis: Covid with dehydration. They kept him until 1030 to get his nausea under contol and get a bag of fluids in him.   He's been sleeping since we got home, except to take his nighttime meds (Paxlovid).  This is the 2nd time he's had Covid; The first was October 30th. This  one is way worse than the first time.  I'm keeping an eye on him, and myself too.   Fingers crossed.

January 2, 2023. Here I am...here WE are. I say it every year, but where has the time gone? I cannot, nor would I, attempt to recap 2022 for you. My lack of blogging indicates I was either extremely busy, procrasting or disinclined to blog. The fact that I'm doing so today indicates a willingness to pick up the pen, so to speak, and once more bore my blog stalkers with my mundane life in a small town on the central prairie of North Dakota.  The New Year brings the opportunity for me to do better. I  do not make resolutions for the new year. I choose to treat each sunrise as the opportunity to do better, to make changes, and to live my authentic self (when I figure out what that is). With the world spiraling at breakneck speed, I hunger for the silence and simplicity of life. Perhaps those two things  ...three things...will become my mantra ...live autentic self in simplicity and silence.