So, I have had a new cd on my desk for a couple of weeks now. I even debated giving it to dh for Christmas, but in the end I was too selfish to do that. I wanted it for myself, so I kept it. I finally opened it today, and I played it so loud that it made the old rocker himself complain. The album is Styx Greatest Hits, and I discovered (again) that Styx, played loud enough will fyx just about anything, at least for awhile.

My husband had another cat scan on Friday. There were no “acute changes”, and so we came on home. It’s a little scary to be asked by the doctor’s office “Can you come in today?” and then “How long will it take you to get here?” and then “She wants you in the room with him. I don’t know anything else, but I know that.” We should have the final report along comparisons tomorrow. I hope. In the meantime, I am dealing with a grown man who often acts like a 5 year old, but demands all the rights and privileges of an adult. I’ll leave you to ponder that for a few minutes while I turn my cd back up.