Y’s flowers aren’t giving up the ghost.
Neither should we, tired as we are. High temp
57° today, but it felt so chill and gray. I as such a grump this morning, packing pills. The nurse was here to hear me, I’m ashamed to say. PT also visited, arriveing as I departed for hair appointment with dear M. Her previous client left ultrasound delicious homemade treats— lemon pound cake, pb chip chocolate cookies, Tollhouse chocolate chip cookies—I want to remember them, and her (Aging silver blonde long pageboy with a red going for fuchsia side streak). M sent home a goodie bag for A and me. Little dog and I stopped at Chic Filet to bring home very agreeable lipped. Then comfy nap time with Red.
Thank you, Lord for this life, IJN.
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