Thump

Good morning!  It's Sunday.

Here we are in San Antonio still, Perched on Bandita and Fred, still.

Last night we were in the ER of Northeast Baptist Hospital for hours and hours (till one a.m.) trying to get Taterton straightened out.  The doctor, a very very young man named Ionnis Berios, was wonderful. He told Theo that he doesn't recommend his driving in a confused state.  We are maybe going to get Ben to fly over to do the honors.  If he can.

Up in Cedar Rapids, our granddaughter Miranda's graduation party goes on today, and her graduation either tonight or tomorrow--I never got it straight. I hope she has a wonderful time.  She already has stars in her eyes and this weekend they should be even starrier.

Thump, indeed. Love to all, YAZZYBEL