It rained all night long. I love the rain. I sleep well when it rains.
I stopped in to see Casey . She is doing well but sore. The little one is so cute, in a newborn scrunchy kinda way. I wouldn’t want to take on the responsibility of having a baby. There are so many things to worry about. Babies don’t seem to do as well as they used to. Most don’t even get names until they reach two weeks old. I don’t know who decided two weeks was standard for determining if a baby will live or die… but it’s a thing.
I saw Tony up walking around a little while ago. He was walking toward the showers. I am so glad he is feeling better. It would have been a great loss if he had died. We depend on him greatly to fix things.