My mother once remarked that after her various surgeries (mastectomy, gallbladder, and abdominal surgery to put dacron arteries to replace the ones that were constricted from decades of smoking - Burger's disease) she felt she looked like a diagram for how to cut up a chicken.

Finished the running around today, got in just before dark. It gets cold when the sun goes down now, so the dogs and I will walk in the morning. No plans to go anywhere tomorrow, and Susie is coming for a visit.

No luck today finding any good-looking hardware for the buffet, but I'll work on it some more and mail-order the ones I want. I need to sand off some dribbles in the lacquer and re-paint a couple of drawers, and need to adjust the cupboard doors (the paint affects the way the doors open so I have to shift the hinges.)

I turned on the dishwasher before I left, now time for the clothes washer. I realized this afternoon that the t-shirt I was wearing is the one I wore to work on the turkey on xmas - and I have to treat it for some grease spots on front after wrestling with the turkey. [sigh] I wish I'd noticed it before a lady walking toward me in the Lowe's parking lot peered directly at my shirt. She probably wasn't reading the "MOAB" on the front. :)

SRS