Large Weather We're Having

As was expected, we're playing musical chairs and beds over here, finding what is most comfortable.
It is pouring rain outside.  The boys hoped to finish up most of the garage clean-out this morning. I've yet to learn if the deluge will cancel efforts. If not, it will surely make it less enjoyable than it already is. I hate that.
Was so very happy to see Ol' Mother Hubbard, safely returned home from her big trip with lots of great stories and some smooth and rich coffee I am enjoying this morning.
Just a reminder, we have lousy cell phone service here at home.  It you want to talk to us, you have to call the house phone, and I know, I know, this is asking a lot, but actually talk on it.  I don't envision us being out and about for quite awhile yet. I do Facebook, but not very much.  Also, I like to e-mail so kp1979@msn.com. 
Thank you for your continued prayers for healing.
So much of this surgery we weren't really clued into beforehand.  It is just so, sort of unreal.  I mean when you remove your hand, your arm doesn't compensate for that hand.  The surgeon thinks that the heart will learn to compensate and will figure out how to do heart business with two thirds of his left ventricle removed, but it takes a while for the muscle to figure it out.  Sort of like the heart has its own brain, which is amazing and wonderful, but also sort of strange and maybe could give you bad dreams, or good ones, depending.  The problem, they really have no idea how much it will compensate or how long it will take.  You just have to wait and watch.
Wow, the body is just an intricate, fascinating creation.  Prayers continue that the Good Lord will bless this remodeled heart with what it needs to do its best work!
My hope then  is that this space will become less and less about Handy Man and return to its old job of my jotting memories of our blessed life, though kind of boring.
Thank you to all that have tuned in morning and night and have prayed and prayed. Between the surgeon's passion and gifted hands, unbelievable technology, knowledgeable nursing, Handy Man's constitution, precious souls who have fed us and stayed close,  and some just flat out miracles ( the cardiologist has commented on more than one occasion that he has no idea why he ever saw Handy Man, his heart was so damaged he should be dead), we've seen the hand of God and the love and grace of Jesus in this very hard time. We are grateful.