Day 877

I wouldn't necessarily consider sharing a margarita with my daughter over lunch as a suck the marrow activity. But on second thought... after my frustrating visit at the rheumatologist's today it would have been easy to go home and crawl into bed. Instead I met up with kiddo for a visit.

And a shared margarita at a Mexican restaurant in Boise.

Day 876

Thanks to hubby's help it's starting to look more like a sewing room.

Day 875

Have you ever seen such mess? Might as well feature my sewing room on the next episode of Hoarders.

Guess going on vacation when you're ready to start listing things on eBay is a bad idea. Also letting your daughter take one of your bookshelves right before you leave might not be the smartest thing to do. When you haven't a thought about where to put the bunches of stuff that came off that bookshelf? Especially stupid.

Maybe the better word is embarrassing.

Day 874

We may have a tiny cat (remember her bath?) but she sure has some long legs.

Curled up on the arm of the recliner, sleeping away, with one long front leg hanging down. Kind of like the way a teenager might sleep, don't you think?

Day 873

When I saw this sign by the gas station this morning I knew it was speaking to me. But my goal today is small. Get through my infusion. Period.