Frantic? That could be the word. Hectic? No, that doesn't seem to really get there. Frenetic? Yeah. That's the ticket. The weekend pace was FRENETIC!! Grannie came home and it never slowed down, at all, until sometime late yesterday evening. But she's home. And that's what counts.
She's happy to be home. And the home is happy to have her.
She's also grateful for all the expressions of care and concern from those of you who have spoken, here, and all her friends on FaceBook.
I'm grateful, too.
With all that has been going on for the past couple of days or so, you'd think there'd be more blog fodder in all of what went on. But alas, it's not to be.
Although, I suppose I could make some stuff up.
That's no fun.