Yesterday was a bit of a busy time. I had a doctor’s appointment with the dermatologist. He wanted a look at my right hand arm where he had frozen a couple of nasty spots a month ago -- pre-cancerous, he told me. Healed so cleanly, they were barely visible.
Then Pepper got into the act. We took her to the vet for a pedicure and a permanent -- uh, scratch that last one -- she had her wings clipped.
And then a few more errands, bank, post office, and -”We need more bagels,” said Cliff, and finally home where I collapsed on the bed for a snooze.
As often happens, I found this photo of Amalie and me when I was looking for something else. This had to be taken about 6 or 7 years ago, at a time when I could stand up straight. It couldn't have been too long ago because I still have that red coat.