Raccoon Carnage

Seriously. On the 350 mile round trip, we saw at least 100 dead raccoons on the side of the road. Not a single deer, one each skunk and goose, a half dozen possums and some who knows what, but well over 100 raccoons. Maybe they're part lemming, and decided as a species to throw themselves in front of cars this week. Who knows. For that matter, who knows why one 25 mile stretch of Rt 322/Rt 15 in central PA has 8 adult clubs/stores - twice the number of gas stations. Or why someone in Allenwood painted his/her house bright purple, then figured it needed some teal and bright pink trim.

Anyhoo, we made the trip in less than 3 hours, each way, and while my back, neck & shoulders are unhappy, I'm functional. Speaking of which, Jim looked pretty good to me. He is standing for 5 minutes at a time and was able to walk with a walker. He didn't talk much but we understood more than half of it. The hospital seemed to be really new and cutting edge, kinda weird for one in such a small city, and the staff were way too happy. No one should be that cheerful at work. We stayed almost 2.5 hours, but Jim was tired and we were hungry, so we called it good and headed back. All in all it couldn't have gone much better.