So we managed to survive day before yesterday and yesterday was a bit of an improvement.  The Curmudgeon’s walking had improved and he was able to function.  I never did make it to the gym, grocery store, or the farmers market.

     If you haven’t noticed or read about it here before, we seldom make plans.  I know that if we do make plans, something around here is bound to change them.  If it isn’t The Curmudgeon changing our plans, it is the dogs.

     It makes for a strange life, but it is our life an unplanned life for certain. 

     I do think the dogs had a plan for whatever it was they were mooching from The Curmudgeon…