We Went For A Donkey And It Rained Gumdrops

Sometimes I think I'm going to hit the wall, and then I do, and then we just keep going.
Faster.
I was reading the gossip rags online this morning when GK got up to go to the bathroom.
I said, "are ya doing ok GK?"
He said, "yep".
He went to the bathroom.
He didn't come back.
I waited.
I thought maybe he was doing big business.
He didn't come back.
I went to check on him.
He wasn't there.
He wasn't there.
He wasn't there.
I started looking all over the house.
He wasn't here.
He was gone.
I looked outside and it took a minute to sink in that the Goatwagon was gone.
He wasn't just not here, he was gone.
I called Julie. I called Mike. I didn't know what to do or why I was calling or what I wanted them to do.
It was about a half an hour later when he rolled in.
I almost passed out I was so relieved.
I asked him where he had been.
He said he had gone to town to talk to Dr. Barth about the food and water that had been poisened.
I told him to stay right there. Do not go in the house. get in the Cadilac, we are going to town.
He asked why and I told him to see a doctor about the poisened water. He thought that was a great idea.
We spent the next six hours in the E.R and found out he has a bladder infection.
If you have been reading this blog for any amount of time, you will remember the days of Grammy's bladder infections.
Get down on your knee's RIGHT now and start praying for us.
ALL of us.
I'm not kidding.
Thank you.