Wait and Worry

My oldest, and 1,700 miles away, sister continues to be unwell. She's in the hospital with a blood clot in her leg. With alarming texts from her daughter and son-in-law, all of us kept our own texts and calls flying back and forth, so much so that I skipped a surprise birthday party for Esme's dad. I actually headed for the party, in inner southeast, running late, couldn't find a place to park, so decided to just go home. I stopped at the store thinking I'd get myself a treat, Eric was at a gig, couldn't find anything, but saw these pretty pears. My sister will have a stent installed tomorrow.