I don't know what to post.

Should I talk about my grandmother's worsening condition? She's no longer really eating anything. My mother used to be able to wake her and feed a few bites, but since yesterday evening, she won't wake up. I sat with mom a couple of hours last night. I may be able to tonight also. I can only go when D is home since there is no way I will take the girls up there to the hospital.

There's been a discussion of a feeding tube, but her kidneys are not functioning, so we all know where this is heading. A sad, depressing weekend. D and the girls have been our bright spots.

I could lighten things up by telling you that my wonderful husband sent me a sweet Valentine email from work this morning, so it was the first thing I saw when I woke up.

Or I could tell you how thankful I am that the dreadful heartburn that plagued me early last week seems to have let up a little. It's not making my eyes bleed fire anymore.

And what I may be most grateful for this week: No call from the doctor's office so far, saying I need to come in for the three hour glucose test. Thank God for little miracles.

But mostly I am thinking of Memaw. And doing lots of remembering.