Stoned

Matt has been sick a few days and now we know why. He asked me to take him to the ER tonight and I told him to let me feed the sheep first (like a good shepherd). He came out and said - take me NOW - so I did, with him writhing in pain on the floor of the minivan. With good reason...he has an 8 mm kidney stone and urinary tract infection. I left him in good hands and a drug induced haze. I was hoping they would admit him so he could keep the IV. Heck of a way to get out of doing chores, huh? Community Memorial in Hamilton is a great little hospital. The admitting nurse is from Brookfield and has a giant labyrinth on her land for people to walk in and meditate. Her husband has a space at the farmers market and made my ringy-dingy triangle I used to call the sheep until it fell down and was lost in the hay. Check out the labyrinth at www.crystallabyrinth2000.com. Matt's nurse asked me if I was the one who had the tote bags at the Earlville Opera House last year. Small town! Fortunately, I got home without hitting any deer and finished up. In for the night. Eggnog with whiskey anyone?