Yesterday when M picked me up she said, ‘my life could not get any weirder. When Dr. D got the report of my chest x-ray, my lungs are clear but I have a compression fracture in one of my thoracic vertebre. Huh? How did that happen? What is a compression fracture anyway?’ She says, ‘I am not going for anymore routine tests, they keep finding problems.’ She had a mammogram and they found a cyst, so now they have to drain it to see if any nasty things are hiding behind it. We are a little stressed right now. And Gwen and I are leaving for Washington in 3 weeks and 3 days! Bye bye.

I had a message all typed out and my phone crapped out on me. I can’t remember everything I said. Gwen has started texting me when she gets bored. I sent a text to Tigger but he hasn’t responded. Either he left school late or is tired of texting me. Which do you think it is? Me too.

OK when I finished that, I got a text from Tigger, but I said read later to the text and tried to send the e-mail, but it wouldn’t go. The mystery is solved and it wasn’t either of those things. It was raining and he didn’t want to get his phone wet.