Not much going on over the weekend for us. Gil came with me to the grocery but could only manage up and down two aisles -- he picked out bread and a raspberry-blackberry pie -- before he retreated to the car while I finished up.
Tomorrow is our next clinic appointment. If all goes well, we could reduce our twice-weekly visits to one visit per week. Nothing is ever a sure bet but it is an appealing thought.
With both of us here at the house 24/7, I'm finding I need my "own" space to hide out in. We've got a finished basement which we don't use very much, and I've decided to adopt it as my own "getaway" place -- for reading and creative endeavors.
As I've been fixing it up, it's turning out to be a nice, quiet place to retire to when Gil is upstairs taking a nap in the living room and I would normally need to be tiptoeing quietly around.
The extra hour of daylight this evening was welcomed today, wasn't it?