The cone is gone; the Olympics are over. We spent the last weekend with the stitches in the Handsome One's ear.
And on Tuesday, we went to see Rick and Jen and Cindy. Along with a host full of shots, out came the stitches. He didn't even flinch.
He was back to his regular self, destroying tennis balls and expecting treats.
We had a glorious beef and broccoli stir fry. +Paul Kratochwill is going crazy with the wok and there are no complaints on this end.
It was so delicious.
This winter has been brutal - even for those of us who love winter. Add the cone to the mix and it's been beyond rough. While I don't anticipate an early spring, pictures of the sun and moon and sand and water and neighbors East of the Equator keep me going when it's the darkest. This is Bella, gazing at her mom, Margaret.
Next week, we are expecting more record cold. Resisting the urge to hop in the car and drive south. One day closer to spring.