April 5 - Sunday - 5:10 PM

Lynn is continuing to improve. She's still tired, but not as much as before. Percoset (sp?) really conks her out, but takes the edge off of the pain. Yesterday, her brother Todd, his wife Lori, and their son Josh, along with his girlfriend Mary-Ellen came by for a visit. Cynthia Cassidy also came by as did Lynn's friend Mary-Ann. Mary Ann put together some chicken soup, which we dutifully inhaled for dinner. Barb, who is the mom of Katie, one of Mac's best friends, also swung by with some coupons for pizza. Leia Watkins was in on that as well. Marian Guzzo put together some really good cream of broccoli soup, which, unfortuately, Lynn really liked. I was hoping she wouldn't so I could stash it for my lunch next week.

Today, Li Wei and her husband Yung dropped by. They walked all the way from their extended stay hotel at Frantz and 161. Very, very thoughtful of them. They were not sure what kind of present to bring, in America, when someone is sick, but, knowing Lynn as well as they do, they figured wine would be welcome. They know Lynn WAY too well.

Lynn also was able to make it down to the neighborhood Easter egg hunt. She also managed to get a shower in, which enabled her to get the last of the antiseptic from the operation off her face. The incision still has a tendency to seep a little, but it is definitely starting to heal (I asked her if I could include a photograph of it in this blog...all I can say is that, based on her response, sometime in her past, she must have been a Marine drill sergeant.) In fact, she is feeling so well that I busted her for two violations of the "lift no more than 10 lbs." rule. First, she lugged one of the dining room chairs from the breakfast nook into the dining room. Then, she picked Carlee up. The Carlee one was a 5x multiplier, and should be counted as a felony in our household. I HAD been thinking about heading back to work tomorrow, but I may have to stay home and make sure she doesn't do something nutty, like trying to lug down plywood from the attic, or move my weights around down in the basement.