First of all, the good news. Laural is feeling much better. The medical treatment at the hospital was successful. She was able to return home last night. Thank you for your prayers. Hopefully, we’ll have the chance to talk to each other today.

The gentleman on the left is another favorite. In the years since I got him, I saw evidence there were originally two of these guys in a set. The heads could be removed and had holes for pouring salt and pepper. Interestingly, mine has none of those holes. But when I flip the head over I see a hole where a cork stopper used to be.

• Marked Ardalt, Occupied Japan, which makes this guy fairly valuable. It’s from the time when the US briefly occupied Japan after WWII – approximately 1945 – 1952. So, at the very least, it’s as old as me.

• Next, this beautiful goose, which I happened to find locally (a rarity). Marked Sarregumines, France.

• And this little cherub – I love cherubs – holding an egg cup. Marked Made in Japan. I am not completely sure this is an egg cup, as it could be a toothpick holder. But, since it involves a cracked egg, I’m going with egg cup.

All three of these egg cups sit on the little whatnot shelf near the bookshelves in the den.

We had a wind event yesterday, which drove both of us crazy. Today, thankfully, it is calm again, though very cold. It will continue to be on the cold side through Sunday. We’ll finally see daytime temps in the 60s next week. I need it to stay above freezing so I can do some garden cleanup!

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

In the midst of yet another dreary rainy morning, I think some charming egg cups are just what the doctor ordered.

On the left, an excited bunny. From Japan,

Next, one of my favorites, a beautiful mom and her babies with a lustreware finish on the egg cup. Japan.

Next, two chicks playing on a seesaw/teeter-totter in front of an egg cup home. A recurring theme in some vintage egg cups from Japan is egg cups with windows. I have several of them.

Finally, a petite egg cup being held up by a bunny in an orange jacket and blue pants. That’s a flower on the other side. Japan.

We are in for three days of much colder weather with rain off and on and nighttime temps below freezing. Oh, and high winds tomorrow. (Yuck.) I think that once we get to Thursday, the temps will become warmer and there won’t be any more freezes. Then I can sow some seeds.

In the meantime, it’s wet, cold and dreary.

Laural is about the same. She doesn’t really have the energy to talk, so we are communicating via text. She’s been getting some oxygen and is basically exhausted. I haven’t checked in with her this morning. I don’t want to disturb her if she’s sleeping, plus hospitals are always very busy in the morning. I’ll text her around 10 am. Thank you for your prayers. Keep them coming, please. As Joe said to me when he heard about Laural, “This damn adulting is hard.”

You said it.

If you’re at all interested, we are watching the final episode this week of the first season of “The Pitt” which airs on HBO Max. (We get Max via Amazon Prime.) It stars Noah Wyle, who you might remember from “ER.” The Pitt takes place in an emergency room in a hospital in Pittsburgh. The first season has 15 episodes, each episode being one hour in a continuous 15 hour day. Don and I think it’s one of the best series we’ve ever seen. The level of detail, the writing, the acting, the direction – everything is excellent. Noah Wyle is brilliant. One thing I love is the use of relatively unknown actors, which keeps it real. There is no “Oh, so-and-so is guest starring!” kind of thing, That would take you out of the immediacy of the plot. By the way, the actors may be unknown, but they are routinely excellent. I can’t recommend it enough.

Okay. More coffee needed.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.