Not a single drop.
Tuesday, September 7, 2021
A bloody miracle.
One of the things about Friday's finger fiasco was the amount of blood. Yet, for all the blood everywhere, what was most notable was where it wasn't. Tim had selected white rugs for the bathroom when we replaced them a couple months ago, and on the drive back home, once the panic had settled (and before I realized I'd left a pot on the stove), I was dreading the sight of those rugs.
It is a clear sunny day today. Houdi continues to mend well, and he is still outraged by the fact that he is being kept inside. Tim's...