the next day after surgery. mister's up and walking about, drinking water and eating food and ready to go home. i see him smiling and eager and my heart leaps. i think maybe he'll be ok. and yet he may have a short time and i don't want to start thinking about spring, yet i don't want to think of spring without mister, it'll be a sad spring. there is no way to do this thing but doing it the way we've always done it day by day.