To life, to life, l'chaim

Liylah doesn’t stink anymore, Stacey; just the regular dog breath she has had since Day One with the Schwagers. She continues to bring us all great joy and an abundance of hair to vacuum. What an amazing creature.

I called home today at noon to touch base with Gilly and find out how his day was going. In true Gilly form, he exuberantly answered, “Great!” I was relieved to hear the positive tone return to his voice. “Barb and Dave were here, and then Sheryl. I just came back from walking the dog.” Gilly acts as my barometer for how well I am able to cope at work, so you can imagine how the rest of my day went; “Great!”

It’s hard to deal with so many disturbing neurological symptoms, but Gilly very rarely complains. He offers a smile to anyone who speaks to him, whether in person or over the telephone.

We celebrated my mom’s 75th birthday this evening. Joey and Susie hosted a family gathering. We appreciate every opportunity to celebrate these days. Her father, Bobby, and my mother actually share a birthday. I forgot my digital camera, so here’s a photo of Grandma Shirley and Noam on Gilly’s most recent birthday. Yom Huledet Sameach, mom. L’Chaim!

Oh, and you too Marvin. Oops, I missed it. I've never been great at remembering dates.