An 'Up' Side to Feeling Off

My son and I stayed in this morning. Not our first choice, but neither of us was feeling up to getting out.

It's not a big deal, but I think we may be getting whatever's been ailing other members of the family.

On the 'up' side, the two of us had a good hour-long-plus talk: mostly about prayer, as I recall. It's not nearly as dull as it sounds, and that's another topic.

Good News, Not-So-Good News, and a Prescription

First, the good news.

Authorization for the prescription finally came through, and my son picked it up from the pharmacy after supper.

Now,the not-so-spiffy news.

I've been on half-doses of methylphenidate since before the weekend. That may explain why I've been making so many typos, and feel like I'm running on low power. It's a frustrating situation, but I understand why the pharmacy has to send a request for another month's supply to St. Cloud each time — and wait for a piece of paper with ink on it to arrive in the mail.

It could be worse. I might have to wait while a messenger walks there with a missive, warms his feet at the fire while someone chases a goose to get a writing quill - - - yes, it could be worse. :)

Welcoming Our Granddaughter

My wife and I met our new granddaughter for the first time yesterday.

The adoption process, and a medical emergency which happily did not involve the baby, finally progressed to a point where #2 daughter and son-in-law could travel back to our part of the continent.

#3 daughter took this photo yesterday evening. That's my son, holding the new member of our family. I got his okay to use this photo on the condition that I make it very clear that he's the baby's uncle: not her father.



I've had my moments, holding my little granddaughter. Not so little, actually: she was around 9 pounds at birth, and healthily sturdy.

I'm looking forward to the first time she tugs my beard.