Colder than the 9th hell’s hinges out there…

Pond’s frozen. Our friend Joan is out gardening. Spring fever is starting to hit. We’re meeting Joan for lunch today if she’s not standing out in her garden as a stiff and frosty garden elf. Time, however, to get out and get some stuff. If we...

Better today.

Feeling pretty good—I think it was a vitamin-mineral shortage. Went and got the blood draw for the endocrinologist (remember Grant’s favorite word?) and due to the snow last night—no wait. Amazing!