Phoned 911 around 2 a.m. and had them come get The Curmudgeon. His speech ranged from crazy to incoherent. His face sagged on one side. His legs were stiff and he couldn’t move when asked to do so. He put me into panic mode.

Around nine in the morning the hospital phoned me. The Curmudgeon had run a temperature of 105 degrees. They say pneumonia and a possible mini stroke.

I’ve had maybe three hours of sleep since yesterday. Too wired to do anything but doze on the couch with Lucy for short periods.

A friend and her husband are making a two-hour drive to get here later just to help me rearrange furniture so The Curmudgeon will have it easier and when EMS comes I don’t have to move a couch and a coffee table.

Now that’s a friend.

I love you Paula (the shark.)