What's the Plan, Stan?

It's a lousy day. Weather-wise. It's rainy and cold (from what I can tell). It's really pretty to watch from my window, but I'm actually glad I'm not outside today.

It fits my mood. The one I don't like to be in. I've seen ten different doctors since walking in here last Thursday (yes, I counted) and I have heard about four or five different things about my next few weeks. It's overwhelming. I've decided to give up on any of them and not try to know what's going to happen, and just let it happen. If you know me, you know that's a feat. I'm a black and white kind of gal. Make a decision and stick with it. Make plans. Don't change them. Do whatever it takes to keep the path. Weigh the options and make a list of pros and cons. Then decide. And have. a. plan.

We don't have a plan. We simply can't. And more than the back pain and the hospital food, that's the worst part of this for me. This not having a plan business. Who does that.

So, while we wait for a more definitive answer to my black and white questions, we wait.
And, while we wait, we are blessed.

K's Nannie might be the most thoughtful person in the world. Wait, I think she definitely is.
Last night we received a large envelope from her. Filled with two weeks worth of more envelopes:

A letter for every day. Who does that? Nannie does. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff