Good morning.

Tweet

Early last night, early the smorning, we were treated to a nice little thunderstorm. Previous storms that have come through in recent months had just been florida "snow" or good old rain. Chilly did okay for a couple of minutes, but fled as soon as the storm approached us. I can still hear occassional thunder, but no longer can hear the rain. George slept through it for the most part, and he's getting himself up and dressed. I've given him his morning pill. I have to give him his peg tube dressing change and open a new box of formula. It also means he gets a fresh syringe, because I change those out once a week. I hate opening the boxes, but I'd rather fight with heavy boxes then loose George because he doesn't want to eat. He's gotten a lot better, but it's a process. And one I refuse to rush or force.