Hi y'all... On for only a sec here. I was going to use today to catch up on all my bloggy friends, and collect awards you've so graciously given me the last couple of weeks. Unfortunately, I can't do that. Yesterday afternoon, William was helping Daddy muck out the barn where we have horses stabled for a couple that used to rent the house we're living in now. In the blink of an eye, William was kicked along the upper part of his check/eye/temple by one of the horses, and we had to spend all evening/part of the night in the ER. After an intensive series of CAT scans and x-rays, the docs said that he was able to go home, no bleeding on the brain, no broken facial bones. He has a wicked bruise/scrape where the hoof made impact (thank goodness the horse didn't have shoes on!), and has one wicked headache/concussion. He is so not himself, but who would be after an experience like that. His personality is altered, and is much more aggressive than the sweet boy we know and love. Hubby is still asleep, we took turns last night waking William up every couple of hours just to make sure he would rouse, and we could give him meds for pain as well. I think that in the next few days, he'll begin to feel like himself once again. However, any extra thoughts and prayers won't hurt. His poor angels, they prolly have no hair after this last "event" in his life.