Wishing you happier holidays than mine

Expect the quiet of a midnight snowfall around this blog for awhile. Not only am I away from home, but things are not well. On Monday morning my 75-year-old mother suffered a heart attack heart failure and Boyfriend and I hopped in the car two days earlier than planned and drove straight to the Old Homestead, stopping only to catch a little safety-necessary sleep on the long trip. The good news right now is that she seems to be getting stronger and better each day, but there's still a long row to hoe.

Here's wishing everyone out there a much, much happier and healthier holiday season than mine.

PS -- And if I know you IRL and I recently e-mailed your for your snail mail address, those holiday cards I meant to mail to y'all are probably going to end up New Year's cards, since they're in Rust Belt City and I'm in Cowtown.

UPDATE: Thanks to all of you who have posted your warm wishes for my mother's health. I thought you might want to know that she is continuing to improve. Two days ago they took her off the respirator and the sedatives, and she is alert and talking in between a lot of napping. The physical therapist has also gotten her out of bed and into a chair once a day in the last two days, but she's still very weak and can't do that on her own. She'll continue to be in the ICU at least through Christmas, but she gets a little better each day. Here's hoping that continues to be the case.