Or something.
Meanwhile, we went to Kaiser so that Joan could get her glasses. She had to hand in her current glasses so that Kaiser's optic lab could measure the size of the lenses so that they could make lenses from her new prescription and put them in her own glasses.
Izzy had a rough day. The cleaning lady was over and worked on the house from about one to five and, of course, Izzy was incredibly bothered by her being there. She lived through it so I gave her a good belly rub this evening.
But where are you? Are you still fighting an infection in the hospital, or are you back to your place? Maybe you could drop me an email.
