tonight we are exhausted. we've been a little edgy. nervous and frightened about edgar's surgery, about dealing with his catheter (hoping it stays in place), and the injections i need to give him. there was a loud knock on the front door. when i turned on the light, not a soul was there, but a brown paper package lay on the step. and inside the most delightful fabrics, perfect for holiday napkins. i don't know who found these perfect fabrics, (it feels very 'storybook robin-ish' to me), but they are simply perfect and i love them. and i love my friends who take such good care of me and show me they care everyday, and then step it up even moreso, when i need it more.
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