As sure as Ernie is Big, when several died another sprung forth not in much of a hurry to face today's world with all the hate and violence therein. Little Davey was born within the last hour and sorta' looks like a newborn baby all wrinkled up and stuff. Ya'll know they all look alike. When I saw his picture on the phone all of the sadness of this week faded away. Conner was drawing scary houses while me and his Mom shot the shit about how it's almost Friday and that's "a very good thing". We're tough but we know our limits.
Angel dust flew today. My friend-boss told me yesterday that her hubby's mom was officially DNR and not eating or drinking. She died while we talked about her in the break room over bacon and toasted english muffins. With butter and jelly, of course. Right before I left Sue called with the news that her son Jeff had suffered a massive heart attack. He got the clot buster and flew out to get stented up, but there was some damage. George hasn't been gone that long so it was pretty scary for the family.
Somehow, this baby being born makes it all okay in the book that is keepin' the faith.
Not sure what his name is, but I think there's four of them or so. Film at 11.
^j^
*hugs*
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