Okay, all the spiffification that I can do without totally collapsing is done. Chair is moved to close to the door, for easier removal.

Rufus will have to play in the cellar for awhile when they get here.

As soon as they leave, I have to take some Rxs to the pharmacy for pick up tomorrow. I have to photocopy them now, so Tom's cardiologist and PCP knows what they are when we see them this week.

I really don't feel like going out, but it will be okay.

Then I'm under-reacting again and reading. Maybe the rum cake won't get made today. That's okay, too.

Linn