Surgery is done and he's okay. I'm pathetic. First thing I do is cut my finger.. right between two fingers while I was feeding the dogs. I have whined more than him! Okay, he is bandaged and has pain pills and I have a cut that keeps opening up. Then, there was crumbs in the bed that I thought he might not find very comfortable since he has to stay in bed for at least two days. I should have thought about it first cause he'd snacked on nuts and it was salt. Ya know how I know it was salt? I dragged that finger over the sheet and busted it open again and salt got into it.

I'm just not so good at this I think and I don't want to let him down cause he did so much for me over the past few years... and I am not off to a good start.

Anyway, that's where I'll be.. off trying to be a bumbling Clara Barton.