WoodRat of Leave

Neither one of us felt as good today as we'd been hoping to. I had an interrupted night and had to take a nap, which soaked up much of the morning. It rained in the night, but I enjoyed hearing it. The day was pleasant in a cloudy, damp, autumnal way. We had planned to go to the parish celebration of their 100th anniversary. The bishop was going to be there, followed by a festive dinner of who knows what--hopefully not pizza, maybe spaghetti, the other church basement go-to. The event itself wouldn't have been big fun, but we wanted to see people and hear about the history of the parish as promised. The Sparrowhawk couldn't go, obviously, but he had been hoping I might make it, and then I could tell him about all the interesting parts. However, I just didn't feel up to it. Covid has deprived us of so many little pleasures in the last few years. I wasn't expecting this. But I suppose those are famous last words that could be applied to many an older person's experience!

Nonetheless, this has turned out to be quite a happy day! Staying home from the anniversary celebration meant that I was home when Dr. Nurse texted to say she was making some home-cooked ramen, good for colds, and would like to bring me some. Once I made sure she knew of the potential contagion, I was delighted to accept her kindness. I came out on the porch to accept a container of this treat, and she imparted the second part of her news: she is 12 weeks pregnant! This made it doubly painful not to be able to hug her, but I jumped up and down with joy at a discreet distance. When she got home, she sent me the sonogram. There's another little fledgling coming along to keep Bird Baby company! Callooh, callay!