January 14th, 2017, "It's a Political Thing"
The last normal Saturday of our lives began as usual. I got up at about 3:40 am-ish, got Gary up at 3:45 am, served breakfast, saw him out the door, went back to bed for a bit over an hour, went out did chores for a bit while Ellen slept in. Her last peaceful sleep in...for awhile yet at least. I told Gary out in the barn during chores that I reckoned I'd take Ellen in to the walk-in clinic in Buffalo and have them do a blood sugar test on her, that way I wouldn't have to pick her up from school on Tues and be late for supper and all. He agreed that would be better. I naively made a shopping list and figured we'd stop by the library as well, so she could pick out her own books. I think I had a couple of other errands to run, but I forget. Oh, weep for the best laid plans of mice and men which never come to fruition. There weren't many people at the clinic so we got in pretty quickly. Ellen wasn't nervous about a finger prick, she was worried about havi