Rich had a rough night last night...don't know if he is coming down with what I had or if it is just a fluke or what. As I thought about it this morning I thought maybe they might come here so I called Carlie and told her what was going on and asked her if she thought it might be possible for them to come here instead...I know that is a lot more inconvenient and difficult and expensive...but she said she would talk to Joey...but "yeah, I'd like that." I haven't heard from her yet. I know that she has dr. appointments for the kids this morning...but I am hopeful.



When I came downstairs I found Rich sleeping sitting up. As I rustled papers for the trash he woke and I told him what I had done - he said, "I'll be okay. Let's just go." But it was said in such a way that I do hope Joey and Carlie can come here instead. He's probably right and everything is just fine and I am just being a worrywort...but somehow I don't seem to be able to get November out of my mind and I want the assurance of having his doctors near...am I a boob or what?????