The late sunrise of the forward sprung

The flock of red-winged blackbirds scattered when I opened the back door to let Marley outside. For the past couple of days, the flock has been dining on the bird seed that's been uncovered by the weekend's snow melt. Right now, they're sitting in the young oak tree in the corner of the yard, waiting for Marley to finish his inspection of the yard. All this takes place as the first sunlight reaches the top of the trees.

We're returning to normal, but are finding that normal isn't there, at least not as we'd accustomed ourselves to it. Our big hope for the day is that Tess can come home.

I'll go up to the hospital mid-day, but will try to stay out of the way. This is an important day of training for Mike, Lynn, and Tess as they become more familiar with the blood test/insulin processes. We were dismayed at lunch time yesterday when three members of the nursing staff didn't know how to read the glucometer. "The apply pie is calling my name," said Tess while the adults in the room tried to check her blood sugar and then administer the insulin. Eventually, pie and child were united.