163/365 Restorative Powers

Opening night tonight, but the festivities around here are pretty low-key. Housecleaning was overdue, and even the patient insisted in participating. I guess that a bit of sweeping and mopping wasn't too much, as he insisted it wasn't. I did the heavy duty work (bathrooms). Taking a break, Gretel must've sensed he needed to sit a bit. She is a cautious cat, and rarely does she put herself into vulnerable situations, but today she jumped up and took a lap. And everyone knows you don't get up and disturb the nap of a lap cat. I think they're both getting some well-deserved zzzzz's.

160/365 Shit-Eating Grin

Jack's mother, feigning happiness. Her son is a dolt, and her husband is recovering from brain surgery. Too many emotions in too short a time.

159/365 Not your Average Cup

We went to Starbucks this morning. Komodo Dragon blend and a newspaper kept EJG busy while I ran into Publix for a few odds and ends. When I returned, he was still there. Every moment a gift. In my position of nearly-averted tragedy I can stand on my soapbox and admonish my small but loyal readership. Don't waste the gift. Love and live every day to the maximum.