Weak but hopeful is how I am characterizing my current condition. Had a rough 48 hours. But just finished a bowl of chicken soup with rice and a handful of crackers and that seems pretty normal. I know I missed writing the blog post yesterday and that very rarely happens and will give you some indication about how I felt.
But lovely angels are watching over me. My Rebecca is here at the ranch everpresent. Catherine y Dana swooped in with the chicken soup like they slide down a pole, a couple of firemen. Then, am in phone contact with my trusty nurse Alice at the hospital. They have gotten me through this hard spot.
Walking in a few moments. I will give that a go, one lap at a time. Charlie our neighbor has walked on the last few Thursdays so maybe he will be here.
Ever hopeful, love, Felipe.