Ordinary day - (so thankful to have an ordinary day - at least one more ordinary day). Bob is watching basketball - or was until the Spurs lost in the last second on what he says was a bad call (ordinary frustration - so thankful to have ordinary frustrations) Bob's doctor's appointment this morning was utterly uneventful - all well - anticoagulant therapy being monitored. We go back next week at the same time. If Bob's back still hurts after the anticoagulant is stabilized he'll start physical therapy. All is well here. I'm tired after a busy work day, but happy. Life is full of extraordinary details even on ordinary days. HEB sells chicken in mole sauce that tastes delicious heated for just six minutes on the stove. The sky after sunset glows indigo and then the stars come out. Zachary loves being six. Precious statement the other night when I offered to carry the sleepy birthday boy to bed. "No thank you." he said, rubbing his eyes. "The birthday boy is too heavy. I will walk." and though he is not too heavy, walk he did. Bob is alive, today, right now, and so am I.