Someone asked for an update earlier.  There’s not a whole lot new to say.  The kids are alive.  The house still stands.  The laundry is (mostly) up to speed.  We’re on a first-name basis with every employee at the local fast food establishments.  But, more importantly, Amy is doing about the same as she has been since the inception.  She is in bed about 23 1/2 hours a day and she hasn’t had any “good” days lately.  In one of the rare lucid moments this past week the discussion was whether she gets credit for throwing up if there is nothing left in your stomach.  I said, “No” but I suspect I’ll take some heat for my hard-line position.

I’m very grateful for the help we have received.  Our friends from across the river lent us their daughter for a couple of days earlier this week so that I could go in to work and get some things done.  That was a huge help and she did a fantastic job with the kids.  They also sent with her two lasagnas, fresh, warm, home made bread, salad, and brownies for dessert.

No relief in sight yet,  Amy is tired of my rather limited culinary repertoire, and it will probably get worse before it gets better.  Nevertheless, we appreciate the prayers and concern.