Friday, November 20, 2009
Which brings me to the cake marathon. I had it all organized. Day by day. I finally figured out what I wanted to make (hummingbird cake, chocolate peanut butter cake, coconut cake and four dozen assorted cupcakes). I crafted out what I needed to accomplish each day (including shopping). I kicked into catering mode.
And then it all went to hell. Wednesday night. Henry called me at 4:30 to say he was headed to the ER at a local hospital. WHAT????? He had been experiencing severe abdominal pain for a couple of days (unbeknownst to me) and it got the best of him. He was headed for the hospital.
Of course I met him there immediately, leaving all of my cake-making in the dust. You don't even want to know what the kitchen looked like. At the end of the day (that would be the next day, as we didn't get home until 1:30 a.m.), he was basically okay. Diverticulitis, but he can live with that. It wasn't anything worse, thank God. My kitchen was still a mess, though.