Yesterday was the Hump Day of my Staycation, could you tell? I couldn't.
We had rain throughout much of the night, thanks to Fred, the Tropical Storm. The original forecast was for 2 - 4 inches, that's been changed, though we're still under a flood warning. Fred chose to take a route north that's farther to our west. Pittsburgh's getting the heavy rain, not us.
Biggie has an appointment with the vet for next Friday. He's a little stiff at times, so I suspect he and I are both suffering from arthritis. Thanks to advances in canine medicine, his treatment will be much like mine, occasional meds. He's going to be 7 years old in December, and large dogs are considered senior when they hit 6.
And, speaking of age in dogs, someone has a birthday tomorrow. Miss Lillian D'Aubert is going to be 8 years old. Rather then buy her a cake, I'm going to be baking her one, though I'll still be buying the ice cream. Maybe I'll do a peanut butter frosting. She loves peanut butter. And yes, in case you're wondering, at 56 pounds, she's considered a large dog, though she is anything but senior. That little lady is always running around with a squeaky toy in her mouth.
For those who might be interested, I'm almost finished with Chapter 12.