Today, I left Harry and went out to lunch, a date made weeks ago, and something we were both looking forward to. Harry was, of course, a good sport about it and never complained about being abandoned for three and a half hours in his hideous, but comfortable, recliner. The reward for his patience was a Chef Lou Burger delivered on my return.
Harry’s night was not a particularly restful one, so second sleep was deep, with both Roscoe and Weedy in attendance…
Plenty of hopping happened when he woke up, with hair washing in the kitchen, and then hopping all the way back to the master bathroom for shaving. Doesn’t sound like much, but remember, less than four weeks ago his physical therapists were impressed that he could take 50 hopping steps total!
Once Harry and his phone were settled into the recliner, with four dogs and a cat to watch over him (and Jane not far away), I was off to Annie Gunn’s for lunch with Cherie. We were both having a difficult day, but before long, we were laughing in spite of it all. I am so lucky to have a friend of so many years. She has weathered better than I, but to each other we still look like schoolgirls.
Rebecca was kind enough to take our picture, as well as to bring me a dozen freshly laid eggs from her prolific hens. She would not let me take her picture, but I have saved one of her at work…
Harry had survived, and when I returned, he tucked into the burger with the best appetite he has had since the accident.
Nettie hopes for a crumb 
And then, to the office for some desk work! Definitely returning to normal routines…
In the barn, all is well here, though next door, Derry is out of commission with no resolution yet. Nettie and Cedar love to come to the barn in hopes of cadging some cat food. Occasionally, I will give them a “cat food scatter” on the floor, to keep them from trying too hard to rob the cats’ bowls. Here is Nettie, hoping for a scatter…
Two of the Crouchers, Skittle and Twizzler, sharing a bed, something Harry and I miss…
And with another day done, Roscoe reminds us all to enjoy the sunshine when you find it…
Mmmmm, I remember lunches at Annie Gunn’s, yum. Hope you get to the bottom of Derry’s malaise soon.