The every-few-months buzz past the endocrinologist, who keeps me happily functional, and I’m doing fine…excellent blood pressure, no problems. Battled morbid depression for years until I got the thyroid problem figured out, and since then it’s been bluebirds and rainbows. (I know, glug, but it beats bats and cobwebs as general decor.)
The pond is still doing great and Ari’s gaping wound looks to us (I thought it, then Jane said it without my saying so) as if it’s healing in a bit. It was clear to the bone, and now is filled in, and looks as if it may skin over. We would so love it. She’s such a special fish.
Beyond that, just working, working, working.