Wednesdays are the days I pretty much drive all day. I drove Mary to Ligon and back from 7-8am, then Clarissa to school at 8:15, then I was up to my eyeballs in laundry and house cleaning until I left for Mary at 2, dropped her off and picked Ammon up at 2:45, dropped off Ammon at 3, picked up Clarissa at 3:10, picked up Ammon at 4, dropped Ammon at 4:15, took Clarissa to swim at 5, returned home at 6:40 and picked up Mary to drop her off at Young Women’s at 7, picked up Ammon at 7:15, and then went back to the Clawson’s (YW were making pizza at their house which is 20 minutes away) to pick up Mary at 8.
Oh, and we got our locks rekeyed by the best locksmith, A Carolina Locksmith. The locksmith’s name was Greg and he was a delight. In between all of that I chatted a lot with him. He told me about some miracles he’s experienced and was just a beacon of light. I felt very happy knowing he was the person rekeying our locks. The last locksmiths who came gave me the heebie jeebies, so it was nice having someone I trusted redo their work and fix our broken garage door handle.
In the evening I went to bed early. At about 11:30 Lydia came rushing into the room just as Abe was getting into bed and turning off the light. She explained Stilton had a urinary blockage and needed to be rushed to the ER. Abe was overwhelmed after working a long day and told her that whatever it was it could wait until the morning. Lydia was distraught and came in a second time to insist it was urgent. I promised to take him first thing in the morning, but it turns out that was the wrong call. The next morning, when Abe went to load him to the carrier so I could take Stilton in, he had already died. It was a terrible shock to all of us, and we feel so bad for not listening better to Lydia.
