Rain......

Into each life, a little rain must fall. Ha! Little rain? It's rained almost every day for the past five weeks. We're living in a rain forest. It's beautiful. It's wet. There's a lot of mud, just like in the spring. I'm tired of it.

Ron's feeling better. He didn't get chemo Wednesday because (1) his blood counts weren't very good and (2) his fatigue is just too much for his body to handle another chemo treatment. So it's been two weeks since his last chemo treatment, and Ron's fatigue is lessening, his appetite is increasing and he's joking around and teasing me a little. I'm seeing some of the man I've missed so much.

Ron's scheduled for a CT Scan Monday. This will reveal if the cancer has been kept in check from the two cycles of chemo or if it's spreading. We see the doctor Friday to find out the results.

Until then, life is good! I've got my laptop set up in the "atrium" off the TV room. It's near Ron's recliner; it overlooks the backyard; it's bright. I like it. The printer's been brought down here. Everything is easy.

Last night I had dinner with the "girls" from Banking. All four of us were there, which doesn't happen often. It was a nice time.

I also did grocery shopping yesterday. Groan. I hate cooking, and it causes me a great deal of anxiety wondering if what I fix will appeal to Ron's chemo-dampened appetite.

I miss Em. I haven't seen her since Sunday when Michele and Em came for a visit.

Momma deer brought her fawn out this morning, only it wasn't just one.... it was twins! Two adorable, frisky, babies. The pictures of them are above.

Weather - It rained this afternoon. This morning was OK. I spend most of the day in jeans, socks and sneaks cause I'm cold.

Exercise - Nothing formal. Housework and a dozen times up and down the stairs.

Random thoughts - I should have put my car away in the garage. Summer's made me lazy. It was sunny and warm enough about 5 PM to sit on the swing. The grass needs mowing again. I've got to stop snacking as if I'll never eat again. The more Ron doesn't eat, the more I do. My feet hurt doay.