Billy is asleep by the open patio door. Hubby is at the cafe. I have folded the laundry and emptied the dishwasher and sink. I have had breakfast: cereals with fresh sliced strawberries and milk. Coffee. I have yet to sweep the house. And I booked Whiskey for his cartrophen injection this afternoon at 2:40pm. I am up and alert. I may take Billy for a walk at 10am if hubby is not back. I fear hubby got bad news from work and that is why he is not coming back: to deal with it. But that is just fear and I am sure all is well. He is just working.