A sort of normal Saturday. We are still being foolishly optimistic. Mr C is starting to consider the maybe remote possibility of radiation. This is a small step in the “right” direction. Or not.
I did some retail therapy today. I got four undershirts from Goodwill. I don’t have any winter clothes. And if we stay here so Carlton can get nuked … I am going to need a few extra layers.
Thanks to everyone for the food, flowers, booze (for the caregiver), and for the love and good wishes.