A better day. Half day at a time.

Peg feels so much better after the paracentesis, enough to enjoy some food. I got out on a 30 mile bike ride while Jeanette kept Peg company.

The sun is shining and it's in the mid-60's (neither of which will be true tomorrow and the rest of the week, which is okay...we desperately need the rain).

A friend is here now with some food and lovin' conversation for Peg, and Pookie's home shortly from swim practice. Right now, in this moment, things seem less chaotic and overwhelming.

My 12 year-old cyling shoes finally bit the dust this afternoon when a cleat broke off completely, fortunately at the end of the ride. This is "Mister Tinkles," my favorite ride. Fast and freaky lookin', 'cause that's how I roll. Literally.