You can reach Sue at (314) 452-3685 or (314) 726-2032. You can write to her c/o Rose Holt, 905 Barnard College Lane, St. Louis, MO 63130

Sue and I left Chicago yesterday morning at 6:10 am and pulled into our garage here in University City at 11:10 am. We did not stop because of the threat of bad weather. As it was, we drove through rain for the last four hours of our journey. We and the gas gauge were on empty when we arrived.

In the afternoon we went to see Den at St. Mary's. He was exhausted from his morning physical therapy and dreading the coming afternoon workout. He can't come out for our Thanksgiving Get-together at Sabrina's but has had a ton of company so is doing fine.

Scott, Sherry, and Brayden arrived this morning at 1:00 am. Of course, all three of us old ladies had to get up to greet them. Brayden would have nothing to do with us at that hour, clinging only to DADDY with dear life. However, this morning he loves us all, is laughing and playing, and quite content to stay with us. Scott, Sherry, and Sue just went over to visit with Den. We're going to drop two movies off for Den on our way to Sabrina's, and Den does love movies.

I talked just now with Sabrina who, with her sister Catrina, were doing everything that Margaret makes look easy but really is not. From our household, we are contributing the cranberry sauce and Shirley's special broccoli casserole. It is one easy, easy day for us.

This is the first time things have seemed anything like 'near normal' for over three weeks now. There is the near normal and new normal. I think this is the new.

Sue is doing great. The physicians told her it would take a couple of weeks for any improvement in her neuropathy to become apparent after her five-day immuno-globulin treatments. Of course, it will be difficult to know if it was the medicine or Baby Brayden that makes her better. He is such a love and is so loving--full of hugs and kisses and spontaneous affections. And now he talks and talks and talks. The phone rings, off he runs, saying something like "I'll get it!" This morning nothing would do him but having a shower. He loved it. Scott, who was still sleeping at the time, told us later that it was his first. He has to brush his teeth anytime one of us brushes ours. And he loves to look at photographs on the computers. We think he believes a computer is just a big, big photo album.