She lives.

I was wondering if I would live last night.

Sage was like a crack in the Earth in which the gasses from the depths of hell escaped a tad bit gassy.

Now, I knew this could mean one of two things. 

1.  Thing were moving up the line.
or
2.  Things were dead and rotting up the line.

I am happy to report that #1 was occurring. 

How do I know?

More than just air made it's way south this evening. (unfortunately, a sweater was not included, but I am sure it's on the way.)

While we were at my mom's.

And she decided the one room with carpet was the best place to release the tainted flow.

It's okay, I was going to call carpet cleaners tomorrow anyway.