Because he can't see, Tom fumbles his meds often and they end up on the floor. I'm on constant alert so Rufus doesn't find them. (Sabine just isn't curious.)

Got Tom safely to and from the doctor today. He was going to just use his walker, but it was such a workout by the time he got inside the doors that I got a wheelchair for him. Good exercise, though. He's GOT to build his strength up if he wants to get back to The Press Room session.

Had to stop and buy lunch fixings on the way home. Got him inside, made lunch and now it's almost time for me to head to the session. I won't stay as long as I did last week -- I've got some R&R scheduled at a friend's tomorrow...non-stop conversation, wine, and a schnauzer who knows I'm family. (He's a rescue dog who came with the name Schulz -- even the same spelling as my surname!)

Music tonight and book talk tomorrow...life is good. (And a great roast beef sandwich in my stomach.)