Day 1884. This day turned out very differently from what I had expected! Because Sammy was still not feeling well, he was staying home today and was with me in bed, watching videos of himself and his siblings, when they were little. He was crying hard, when Daddy left with his siblings, as he wanted Daddy, but I was able to distract him and get him happy again.

Day 1883. Yesterday was Sunday, and I got up as early as everyone else. At some point I went downstairs to do piano practice with the kids. I was still hurting. While downstairs, I saw Randy teaching the boys how to play baseball. Sammy is a very good thrower. Just after 11 am I went to the kitchen to cook.

Day 1881. This has been one of the physically most painful weeks of my life and it's annoying how slow-going recovery is. And it all came out of the blue! MONDAY As every morning, I helped getting the kids ready for kindergarten, then Randy left with them close to 8:30 am, and I lay back down. I'd had two short nights in a row and was looking forward to getting more sleep.