Good morning. Yes, we are nice and warm.
I have labs this morning at exactly 10:00, then stop at Riverside to pick up a CD of my latest CT scan to take to kidney-stone doctor on Friday. Oh yes, need to order four med refills. That's today's medical.
And maybe I will get at least some of that Xmas stuff cleared off the dining room table.
And a load of personal laundry done.
Meanwhile, it's possible Tom's sister is coming tomorrow for a couple of days.
And I have to do something about this blind cord Tasha finds so appealing.
Don't you hate it when you wake up with a long to do list circling you like a shark?
Thank you!!! for the shoveling.
p.s. And they are threatening to jail me if I don't return a stupid library book.
or with flash:
This could be better, if I could learn Photoshop and take out that reflection of the flash. I should know better. She looks a little odd because her belly was shaved for her surgery. And this doesn't show her silvery sheen. It does show her willingness to walk on a 1-inch windowsill, giving no thought to what might be (or might have been) on that sill.
And I should have taken a picture of the Wreck of the Begonia, a large, aged Angel-wings Begonia that was a gift, and which I loved. When we realized she was stripping off the leaves, I looked it up, and begonias are one of many, many plants that are toxic to cats. I had to kill the Angel-wings, nowhere to put it where she couldn't get to. The three little ones - which I bought at Cat Welfare, BTW - I have moved to a crowded surface she does not get on. So far. We are watching.
I have started the camera research, narrowing it down to a Canon I can afford. So I promise more pix, of her amazing eyes, green ringed with gold, of her star paws, of her new endeavor to climb up on my shoulder.
All in all, a good day. I got done all the things I had to do and then some. That laundry is dry about now.
My post-transplant nurse, Karen, told me that people don't usually feel well ("human," my word) for six to nine months. I said, "They don't tell us that."
She said, "I know. But I do. That's why they don't want me in pre-transplant."
But I actually do feel good today - my GP's nurse called to say the urine culture was negative, meaning, I am healed from the horrible UTI that manifested December 20. Maybe I'll stay healed. Wouldn't that be nice? But I don't count on it. Believe me, every good day's - a real good day.