Yesterday afternoon, when Tom went to the doctor to see about his ribs, I went to visit Carol in the rehab center.  She's working hard in therapy, though she still has a long way to go before she's independent again. At least I was able to turn up the volume on her phone, so hopefully she'll be able to use it now.  And of course she was thrilled to hear that Louisa has offered to come to her for a pedicure!

The doctor told Tom "it doesn't look good", though we're still waiting for the x-ray results "sometime today"  to know just how much damage he did on Sunday.  At least he got some pain meds, though they don't really seem to be doing his ribs much good. 

Ben and Estera and the crew came over to harvest lemons yesterday.  I told them they could take as many as they wanted (please!) and they did take a lot. Their tractor with a lift bucket enabled them to get way up, but they still barely made a dent in our mega crop.

And in the "Your Kids Will Give You Gray Hairs" Dept:

I knew Alex would not be able to use his cell phone while he's in Cabo, and just had to assume he arrived safely and was having fun.  Then I got this message on Facebook:  

Hey! Just checking in no cell service to text just wifi to message on Facebook!  

Made it to the resort! Sketchy start almost got arrested by mistake when getting off the plane! 

But we're good!

He is scheduled to return on Thursday, which is when I assume I'll hear