Peg's cousin, his wife and two delightful offspring (age 6 and 3) drove in from Oakland and spent the afternoon here. Loved hearing the laughter of little kids.
Peg's moment of Zen: seeing both of them riding on Zoë's back as she motored down the hallway on all fours. Doesn't seem that long ago that I was giving my little girl horsey-back rides.
Had a hospital bed delivered, and Mark helped me rearrange the living room furniture to accommodate it. Elevates to the height of the windowsill, so Peg will be able to see into the front yard. Jill, Mark's wife, helped me track down a mattress pad and cover at Sears...we're good to go. Decided not to put it in the bedroom. Peg wants to be where the action is. I think it's a good call.
Don't need the bed yet--with the wheelchair I can get Peg where she needs to go, and she can get in and out by herself. But it won't be a fire drill when we need it.
Our friend Candice dropped off some amazing Italian soup and a boatload of wickedly good fudge brownies. Seriously, wickedly good. Our swimmer will make short work of them.
Keep in mind that Peg didn't sleep through any of this. Even when she was prone, she was awake. I don't know where she finds the energy when all she's eaten today is popsicles.
Sweet, sweet visit from another mom we've known since our kids were in first grade. One of the gifts of the last stages of Peg's illness is reconnecting with people we love and haven't seen much of the last two years. We're thankful she was here for all three of us to talk, and cry, and just be present for each other.
Zoë spent all afternoon and evening working on Science Olympiad and AP US history projects at our friends' house with their daughter and another friend. So glad she's able to have a "sort of" normal life in the middle of an absolutely "Abby Normal," chaotic and profanity-inducing situation.
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