Just vegging out now in Boulder, on the way home from Las Vegas. Got the fireplace going and the feet up on the couch. Husband fluffing around wondering how many things he can cook me before I yell at him to give it up. He thinks food is love, and is always trying to feed me. Oh well. Good thing my esophagus is getting less and less irritated from the radiation treatments.
I’d stay here longer, but I have a CT scan on Monday, to see what in heck the treatments did, if anything. I love tests that involve nothing more than me lying quietly on a table while the machine makes whunking noises.
white pebble 