Good God.

My cousin Ron was in a hunting accident yesterday. Apparently, he was shot in the chest and is now in ICU in Fargo. I don't know a whole lot more because I was out of the house when his wife called to tell us. Joe found a link to an article about it here. His wife said he is stable and expected to recover, but still. I'm horrified. Because I'm feeling helpless and worried, I'm sharing this with you and asking you to think positive thoughts, send them your strength, and if you pray, do that too.

Here's a picture of Ron and Molly with Julie from a couple of years ago at Christmas - aside from being great friends to me ever since I moved up here in 1997, they have been wonderful family for my girls, always welcoming us to Christmas Eve at their house and making our girls giggle when sometimes no one else can.



Thanks.

Oh, and by the way, we're all one tiny step toward better with our colds. Sophie is still sad and clingy, and is eating only the broth out of the chicken wildrice soup I heated up for lunch, but at least she is eating something.

I'll try to pull together an actual fun post for this evening. You want to see that secret, selfish project? I'm not sure how in love with it I really am, but it has been a learning experience so far, and I'll tell you all about it later.