My dad is starting to show an awareness of what Jo Ann believes he said were angels. Maddie, the beautiful German shepherd, sleeps on the bed beside his hospice bed and occasionally moves into his bed to lick him or nuzzle him. The other shepherd Max comes and goes.
The predicted storm has sent Jo to market, and I need to go to the post office this morning. I don't plan on doing much else besides the work I've brought with me. I will call friends in the area, including DR Ginny, but until this is over, I plan to stay close to my dad.
TOD: What a great period of song writing! I don't have the presence of mind to focus on it at the moment.