We only received a half-inch of rain yesterday morning, but that should be enough to get our grass seed germinating.
Judging by comments my readers left about our roof situation, sounds like it's a good thing we have emergency funds. Truth be told, we have planned to roof this mobile home ever since we first purchased it. It would have been nice to get some help with it, but that isn't essential.
Cliff plans to go buy some big bales of straw after he gets up and around, which probably means he won't be taking a walk today; Sadie and I may go ahead and walk while he's asleep.
It's winter again! Thirty-four degrees when I went to feed the livestock, and there's a possibility of snow this weekend.
Cliff went for his quarterly checkup Monday, and got word yesterday that his blood work looks excellent: "Keep doing whatever it is you're doing," the nurse told him.
I asked him, "Does that mean we get to eat pizza and have breakfast at Denny's and eat fried catfish?" Because we've done all that in the past week.
After our prescription screw-up with the young doctor three months ago, we scheduled Cliff with the nurse-practitioner this trip. She's actually the one who originally suspected Cliff's "indigestion" might be heart trouble. Good catch, Elaine!
Speaking of that, it will be three years next month since Cliff's open heart surgery. Since that time, we look at each day as a gift. We've had a lot of good motorcycle rides together, and hope for many more.