My RV has been in the hospital for three days with serious intestinal problems. One day in the emergency room, another day at intensive care and now in a hospital ward. All three days required serious surgery.
We spent the night with the RV in critical care to comfort her. It stormed all night. The fridge ran a temperature our of sheer sympathy alarming us, but now seems fine again. We had no meat on hand, but the strawberries grew fur.
Harley dog is thoroughly bewildered at this change of events, but flirts with the two dedicated surgeons every chance he gets.
More on this later as our internet is wildly erratic.