I need a day off, when I feel good.

Recently I had made contact with a young man, about Rian's age, who was trying start a custom harvesting company. Actually he is a friend of a friend. When he thought he had everything in place, one major component fell through and it threatened the entire project. Since my job was and is to manage assets, I had been trying to put some of the Black Sheep equipment to work. I made this young man a business proposition and initially he had made alternate arrangements. Thursday I received a call asking me if the offer was still good. It was, and I spent my Saturday morning getting Black Sheep ready. Shortly before noon the young man arrived and I introduced him to Black Sheep. I am hopeful for this young man's venture.

Some times success can't be measured by money, but by lessons learned and experiences gained.

When I went to unhook Black Sheep and take it to the fuel stop, I was trying to decide if I was running a fever or if it was really humid. By the time I arrived back at the house, all of my wound dressings were beginning to fall off. The tape was turning loose. This was a blessing in disguise because if forced us to clean and re-dress my incisions. Twenty-four staples. Krl got serious with the cleaning because the tape had left a sticky, yucky residue. It really felt wonderful! I had a itch that was finally getting scratched!

Krl had told me she thought the wound drain was plugged up but no matter what she did it never would flow. She had boiled the incisions out with peroxide and we were leaving the wounds open to air when the doorbell rang. It was the family medical revue officer, Pat, with her best friend Kay. They came in and Pat complimented Krl on her wound cleaning and they discussed the drain tube situation. I'm not sure what it entailed but Pat stripped the drain tube and it began draining and didn't stop until 30 cc's had been collected. That got me some relief.

The rest of my day was spent laying around and recuperating!

Pat returned later with a handful of movies for Krl and me to watch. Our visit was brief but yielded quite a bit of information. We both continue to monitor how Mom and Dad are doing as more relatives leave. We are thankful that it has been a gradual process, but we are fearful that today will see the last of them leave.

I am thankful for a couple of friends that have made it a point to call me and touch base on a daily basis.

One day at a time.

FATHER, continue to carry me.