Next week it’s The Curmudgeon’s birthday.  I’m not sure what we’re going to do for it.  Perhaps I’ll drag him out for dinner.

     Next week I also have a cardiologist appointment, I hope he tells me I can stop the one medication that has given me such a dry cough.  Without it I’ll sleep better since it is the cough that now wakens me at all hours.

     Gavin has an appointment on the 23rd to have his stitches removed.  It’s also G’s birthday, I need to do something real nice for her after all the help she gave me over at the MIL’s house.