It's been a bit of a bumpy ride here, but things are finally settling down. The Knuckle Head wasn't able to eat for several days. Worries were worried. Tests were run. Turns out his stomach, which had a great deal of work done on and around it, was traumatized and on strike; it wouldn't contract (which is part of how it digests). So now he's on a med for that, and the hope is that the stomach, after a bit more rest, will decide it's safe to get back to work.
I'm weary and, after hustling around all day to get the kids to and from their lives and the husband to and from his doctor, have very little brain left at the end of the day. But things are gradually easing up. I was able to spend a couple of hours in my garden yesterday, and after mucking around in dirt, planting and weeding, I began to feel that it might actually really be Spring.