Hm. I come back from one of my close friends’ funerals to find my husband is a cherry-KoolAid-red-head. Again.

Oh, and I had another low blood sugar on the ride home from the airport. I searched for one of my Tootsie Pops in the car, and guess what? They were all gone. It’s so nice to know that the valet who parked my car helped himself to my diabetic emergency candy. And yes, it was in a bag marked “diabetic emergency candy–do not eat!” I knew I should have slapped a couple of my radiation stickers on that bag. Hopefully, that will be the last low blood sugar I’ll have.

I’m fine now. Thanks for wondering.