didn't get mad

The car wouldn't go up the hill to the townhouse when I tried to get home last night. Just a little snow but underneath it, ice. And here I thought the road was so bad there would be plenty of traction. There wasn't. Went down the hill and parked safe, out of the road. Walked up the hill. My heart was beating hard when I walked in the door. I didn't think I was in good enuff shape to trudge up the hill but I made it.

This is an opportunity to bitch, complain and be remorseful about buying on a hill or a motivation to get in better shape. I'll bitch first then use the push into more exercise. And look into options when there is snow and ice and winter going on outside.

I did tell Harold that we have to do something because I won't be able to climb that hill when I'm 70. He reminded me I am not 70 today.

Bob is out of the hospital but still spitting blood, no better or worse than when he went in. How come they let him go without discovering what is wrong and then fixing it? He continues to need our prayers.