WoodRat of Leave

This has been a suspenseful day, and the denouement will probably have to wait until later. We've been running around all day getting ready for the Philosopher's visit. I made bread and apple crisp, and the Sparrowhawk made pork chops with sweet potatoes and peppers. We put sheets on the beds and cleaned the bathrooms, and hopefully didn't forget anything too egregious. The Philosopher's ETA was 7 or 8 . . . and then 9:30 . . . and then 10:15. Which is imminent. It's quite a drive from Chicago, and on a Friday, lots of people are exiting the city. I feel sorry for them, having to travel in the dark and the rain. I suppose they might not even feel like eating dinner by the time they get here. But if they do, it's ready. We lit a fire in the fireplace are waiting in eager anticipation.

Also, I got a call from my friend Cee-Squared's daughter to say that she came through the operation very well, has a strong heart, and is breathing on her own in ICU. I'm happy about that!