Woke at the crack of ten a.m. this morning. That is not normal for me, but my body seems to really appreciate the break. Bright day with bright blue skies with a low for us humidity of 47%. And it won’t go over 100° today. It has been a very mild summer by Texas standards.
Watching Annie, my black labrador-something-or-the-other and her battle with bone cancer in her front legs. Today, she is really struggling to get around, and I am reminded that I will eventually have to make that hard decision. But she still rests comfortably, and is still happy and alert, so as long as the overall quality of her life is good, I am spared that decision. Still, I must steel myself for the eventuality.
The eyes seem to be healing nicely after the cataract surgery, though it is maddening that one day I have very good vision, and blurry vision on other days. I was told to expect that, but it would probably settle down. I hope it does, because in six days I get fitted for specs. This day I am far sighted and gaze around a neighborhood that I had not watched grow. New outbuildings on some lots, tufts of weeds in lawns, all flood my eyes. I have really missed seeing. Now to get the hearing working again …
I shut my mouth on Afghanistan. What more can be said that isn’t? The newsfeeds are ¾ Afghanistan, and ¼ a chronicle of a world gone mad. So the days go by, marked by pots of Snookums perfect coffee.