Everything is going fine, but time and schedules are hugely impacted. The most stressful thing to deal with right now is everyone thinking that we're under-reacting. But he really is fine. We were really lucky.

So, the DH is doing fine, all things considered. Our luck was amazing; things couldn't have fallen together any better. The EMTs were there within minutes of our call, and their tests didn't show anything to worry about. DH opted to go down to the Cardio ER anyway for further checks. The tests there only showed one slightly abnormal result, but the ER Doc decided that they should start the more invasive test... which showed a major blockage. The blockage was being cleared within 4 hours and prognostication for heart muscle recovery is optimistic.

My husband had a heart attack this afternoon. He's going to be fine, but I keep thinking that if I say it enough times, it will seem less surreal. This isn't what I pictured a heart attack to look like. It certainly wasn't the cliche 'clutch your chest and fall down'. He just didn't feel well, and his chest hurt.

So, I finally bit the bullet and put in the paperwork to donate the Volvo to charity. Sad, but I need to get rid of it. Riding on that wave of 'get it done', I rounded the Darling Husband up and we hauled the busted TV over to RePC and their electronics disposal program. (Well, actually, it's the state's program, but you know what I mean.) Victory!

...only when I got in touch with the fellow in charge of the car donation, he told me that they would just sell the car by weight for scrap metal. Lots of parts on that car would still be useful to other Volvo owners; believe me, I know! So that's back on the To Do list. Sigh.

Looking outside you'd never think that this time last week we were wading through snow. Patches of snow lasted in the backyard until just a day ago. Now the sun is out and it's a completely different scene.