Worked up a lovely post, detailing our delightful December with a plethora of corresponding pictures....our intermittent internet availiblity sucked it right out of my computer and sent it floating to the hinterlands...the update will have to come later.
On the table right now: a sleeping husband, freshly plucked from the hospital. Jon had another gall bladder attack while hunting. This time they were able to catch the little devil actually not performing properly, and the dr. took it out. Of course, Jon would not do things the easy way. Nope. Not my husband.
The surgery was to be laproscopic. And it was. For the most part. But Angry-Mr.-Gall-Badder was stubborn, and did not want to participate in his removal as Jon Enemy # 1 (and, like most of Jon's internal organs, was larger than normal.) The planned little tiny hole became a larger incision. Angry-Mr.-Gall-Bladder has, literally, scarred my husband.
But he is home now, and sleeping. No belly laughs, at least not for awhile. And I am roasting a field full of onions for some French Onion Soup for dinner, per a request from the patient. Yum!