...National Illness and Injury Month. The Prius is back from overdue scheduled maintenance (got 118K on it now), with no problems found, and the original traction battery (and even the original auxiliary battery, a common early-failure component) still in fine shape. Still needs a new windshield (from a February mishap, one dark and stormy night), but that's a non-urgent expenditure at this point.
The score so far: my mother is still in the hospital, but is supposed to go home next week. Her poodle is in the hospital (a different one) following emergency surgery yesterday; I think she's supposed to be going home tomorrow. My father is frazzled from all this, but still in good health. My injured shoulder is gradually recovering, though I had a bit of a setback yesterday as a result of a weeding session. Joy is OK, but her car is in the shop (I haven't heard a diagnosis yet). My parents' next-door neighbor is in the hospital, following removal of a brain tumor that caused her to lose her balance and fall down (with significant injuries due to the fall). At least one business associate is out with some nasty bug, which he doesn't think is swine flu, but it leads to further delays in his project.
Still a few hours to go... and I sure hope Tinga doesn't decide to run up another of her huge vet bills.
Hey, tomorrow's a whole new month! And, if the weather forecast is to be believed, the Morris dancers will have their work cut out for them, getting the Sun to come up.