Shelley, the writer

Shelley has always been a writer. When letters were the main means of communication, hers were always a treat to get--several pages of the details about homefolks that you really wanted to hear about but no one else took the time to put on paper. Pictures were always accompanied by notes in her familiar script.  When electronics moved into the landscape of our living, you could count on lengthy, newsy accounts of family life, much to the delight of the faraway aunties.  When blogging arrived on the scene, Shelley was a natural. Visiting their home, you would see evidence of Shelley's love of the pen and paper--journals, lists, letters.  So, you can hardly be surprised to hear that Shelley has been furiously scribbling notes this morning, frustratingly hampered by not being able to have her glasses.

Jim is very excited about Shelley's alertness this morning, although technically she is still sedated.  She is yet on the ventilator, but they are working toward removing it very soon.  That will be a great relief to her--it's the subject matter for some of her notes!  She looks really, really good for all she has been through.  The incisions on her nose are barely noticeable, and while there is some swelling, it isn't bad at all.

They got to first see Shelley last night about midnight, and then they all dispersed for the night--Shelley's parents went home; Jim and Lynette went to the motel, and Rod and Deb F. spent the night in Omaha, and will return today, likely taking Lynette home with them.

So far, so good!  We all have much to be thankful for, and a crash course in not taking life and health for granted.