is that you really aren't completely well yet. My hubby is having a hard time with that this weekend. First he tried to talk me into going to a wine tasting that I'd been waiting all year for. He should have realized that by my saying no, I was letting him know just how rotten I felt. Then today he tried his usual 'let's visit every store in Stockton in case they have something interesting' gambit, which also failed. We got home around 9:30. It was already hot (89 F.) and I was so tired, I took a ninety minute nap to recover from the three stores we went to. Then it was lunch and we watched a little TV, then he was bored, so we ended up going over to the theatre to pick up our wine safe, then over to Barb's to drop off wine, then to the post office, then it's "Let's start on dinner and let's make it really complicated." That's when I called a time out. Now he's downstairs, I'm upstairs and that's how it needs to be for a little bit. I love my Big Guy, but he doesn't do well when I'm not well.
On a happy note, I got a picture of or newest addition. We are calling her Minnie the Mooch, even though we aren't sure of the sex yet. I'm sure there's a common blood relative with our two youngest.
The last couple of days, we've been leaving the back door open during the day, but by last night at 4:30, everyone was in and down for the count. Bête Noir went down especially hard.
I finished off my last two squares
I hope everyone is having a great Saturday and is enjoying themselves!