Belinda Says Hay: “Abigail’s Home”

Hello. It's Belinda.

Today's blog is a little shorter than usual. I hope that's OK.

I goofed off a lot this week. Still am.

I can't help it. I'm in such a good mood.

Abigail's back home.

That's right. After two long weeks, Abigail finished treatment for the lump in her chest. 

Her doctor even gave her a graduation certificate. "The whole nine yards."

You can see a photo of Abigail with some of the team at UC Davis in her blog from Wednesday. 

I know what you're thinking.

"Belinda, why did you ask Abigail to write chapters for her novel when she was in the hospital?"

The answer is I didn't.

In fact, I kept telling her to take it easy. I said if she was too tired to write, we'd figure something out. Maybe "Dad," her roommate, could pitch in. 

Well that's not how Abigail operates. She's a dynamo in my opinion.

She told me to stop worrying.

Here's what I have to say about worrying. Have you ever swallowed an entire hay cube? Imagine it landing in your belly and not budging.

That's how I felt the entire time Abigail was in the hospital. Like I had eaten something that "didn't agree with me."

The funny thing is I didn't realize how worked up I was until I got the message that she was back home.

Then I marched straight to my stash and dug out some loops. Two for me and one for Little Fang.

I ate mine on my sleeping rug. Then I fell asleep before my chin hit the floor.  

I'm still celebrating today.  

I'm also gearing up for my birthday. It's next Saturday. "Earth Day."

I hope Josh remembers. I could use some "refills" from the warehouse.

Just kidding.

He always remembers.

Sincerely,

Belinda

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