Long Journey

Yesterday, Murphy took a turn.  I don't quite know what it means, but she is changing.  Not giving up, yet, but a change.  It seems dramatic to me.  

I have made a decision to keep her home, keep her warm in her big bed.  This morning she took toast dipped in chicken broth (isn't that what we all like when we feel bad?).  That's good.  

So, it is moment to moment.  Maybe day to day.  She is the bravest, strongest girl, and her kind heart knows no bounds.  She will, I am convinced, know when it is her time.

Murphy's day.