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Jim was discharged mid-day.

He says he feels un-well. He looks un-well.

We were home only two hours when he realized he had a fever again. And by late afternoon it had risen higher. And they do not know why.

I remember these from my days in nurses training. FUO - fever of unknown origin.

We are gathering data. Taking his temp.

Watching.

Wait and see, they say.

I don't do that very well, do you?

Get busy, I say to myself. Work on your list.

So, I have done the laundry, written emails, put pictures and words on the blog, and

played computer solitaire.

When all else fails - play.

Post Script: April 19
I came back to this today and when I read I thought to myself, Ellouise, shouldn't that be Pray?

Betty left this comment for me the other day.
My prayers are with you and Jim. I know you would rather be home with a healthy Jim at your side, but God does work in mysterious ways. So glad you had just the right room.
Betty Smith

but God does work in mysterious ways.
Sometimes it takes me a bit - a knock in the head, maybe - for me to see what's right in front of me. The threads are all there - in these posts -

I have been looking for connections and they are there all right.

God is walking with us through this - and I am not listening or talking to Him.

Thanks, Betty.

Reminds me of the story of the Apostles on the road to Emmaus.