Chewlee got to see the blood blister that was on my little toe today when I took off the bandage.  The blood was drained out of it and the skin was white so it was definitely dead.  I removed it and Chewlee was all sympathy for my *poor foot and toe*.  She actually turned her head, looked down and yelled out, *Bad carpet!!!*  Cracked me up.

She then proceeded to tell me the carpet tripped me because I was taking *big* steps.  She said, *You need to take tiny, small steps, Grandma* and she proceeded to give me a demonstration.

I was im pain and then not off and on all day.  We are heading for bed now that Chewlee has been introduced to two new movies.....Bolt and Jumanji.  She loved them both for different reasons, of course.

The Brother went home today.  It was way earlier than he planned on because Heidi sliced her pad on something that we couldn't find when we searched the area we think she was in while they were playing Frisbee.  If Baron had left her alone they might have stayed anyway but, ever the klutz and puppy, he kept jumping on her because she wanted her to run and play with him and he would step on that foot and make her yelp.

After the Brother left, the Beast headed over to Lowe's to pick up a few things and wanted to find something to plant in the half barrel that he had used marine varnish on since it wasn't pressure treated wood.  He filled it with soil and came home with the most beautiful rose tree.  It has several different color roses on it.    He now wants to get some shorter flowering plants for around the base of it for a bit of contrast.

The Beast showed me our latest addition today.  I thought at first he was out of his mind buying an oil barrel on a couple of stands with a handle on the top, which is at the side since it's tipped over.  Then I saw the door on it.  Vented yet!  I knew right away what it was....a *whatchamacallit* for throwing your fruit and veggie peels and other household biodegradable stuff.  A do-it-yourself mulch-maker.  Or fertilizer, if you prefer since it is supposed to enrich the soil when you add it next year.  Leaves and other stuff are supposed to go in it too.  You give the barrel a turn every couple days to keep the mix..well, mixed!    *Sigh*  Just what we needed........NOT! 

Today my foot is still very painful and the bottom of it is sensitive, too.  But you can now tell the extent of the injury because of the black and blue marks showing up.  Three of my toes are very colorful and the line of injury extends down the foot and around to the ankle.  There was no fluid in it most of the day but I have it back now.  I'll just sleep with my feet up again so the fluid drains away during the night.  My doctor's nurse said the fluid also acts as a kind of protection so I shouldn't totally freak out over it.  Yes, I will be seeing my doctor next week.  Since I CAN walk on it (albeit carefully and slowly), my appointment isn't until Wednesday morning.  His nurse told me they have so many *emergencies* squeezed in that they will probably be in the office until very late on Monday and Tuesday both.  I told her I could dig it since I had some experience in that department from years ago. 

My niece, Tara, had a barbecue at her house today and invited us.  She understood that I might not be able to come and said she would send home a plate for me (which was delicious, btw).  The Beast and the Brother went but Chewlee stayed home with me so I *wouldn't be afraid*.  She gave me a huge hug when she told me that so I knew she was being very sincere.  She was very loving and solicitous of me and she kept putting the dogs outside because she *didn't want them to pee on the floor*.  I told her that both dogs were old enough and well-trained so they wouldn't do that but she shook her head like she really didn't think I knew what I was talking about.  I would hobble over to the door and let them back in and, within a few minutes, I would hear her chasing them outside again.  I finally had to threaten her with a time out if she did it again before she stopped doing that.  Both dogs went into the guest room and flopped down on the floor and gave me a kind of *thanks* look.

The Brother played this kind of dominoes game with Chewlee.  The game was hers and was matching various Disney heroines and princesses.  Easy and she really loved it.  She loves the Brother and it's partly because the brother really loves kids.  He's got a couple grandkids, too, and he will play with them.  He's very different from the Beast that way.  The Beast tolerates kids for the most part.  He does like them when they are older and have personalities.  It's obvious that he loves Chewlee....well, as much as he can love her.  But he truly does enjoy her because you CAN have a conversation with her and she has her own viewpoint on many things.  You have to wonder where she gets some ideas because they are very different from the viewpoints of those around her most of the time.

Chewlee was punished at school today.  Seems she spent most of the day in time out.  She got into her *shut up* mode and that was the gist of her conversation most of the day to everyone.  In our family, *shut up* is just as bad as swearing and it's a definite *no-no*.  The teachers all know that, too.  They are glad that our family cares enough about her bad behavior that we do something.  That is why she didn't get her bubble gum today, nor any other candy.  I didn't give her any either and I told her how sad she made me when I hear about her doing things like that.  She went and hid behind my recliner for a while (put herself into a kind of timeo-out, I guess) but was in a good and loving mood when she came out from behind it.

The Beast and his brother took off for our local hospital to take care of the first of six chemo treatments the Beast is scheduled to have and what do they find out when they get there?  The hospital didn't get their supplies delivered that included the stuff used for the Beast's treatment.  I knew the hospital had called him and left a message but he never checked it, which is typical of him.  That message told him that his treatment had to be postponed until this upcoming week.  At least his brother took it in stride.  I'll be able to go with him next week and ask my own questions so, perhaps, it's just as well.  I'm praying this foot will heal completely.  My biggest problem right now is the fluid that accumulates in the foot and ankle when I sit for any length of time.  That's when I don't have a bandage on the area.  The Ace bandage helps pump the fluid back into circulation.

I hate to keep singing a litany of pain but I am going to be glad to get to see my own doctor next week with some of these new things showing up like the bottom of my feet being painful and this fluid.  That worries me since it can be a sign of congestive heart failure.  I've just never had any signs of problems with my heart or my circulation before.

Chewlee was happy and in a great mood.  She spread her joy around all of us and even both dogs.  She went outside to check and see if any strawberries were ready to be picked (they weren't).  She sat in my lap while I played some squelchies (don't ask!) because she loves their squeaky little voices that shout encouragement to the player.  She clicked on the *play* button for the Hog Heaven slots game and laughed when the flying piggies started exploding and spraying out tokens.  Of course, she called them *quarters* and thought she was going to really get them. 

The Brother took the two dogs out front to throw the frisbee for a while so Chewlee had to tag along but I was surprised when they came in and Chewlee was still outside.  It had started to rain.  Baron, ever the wimp, headed for the porch immediately.  The Brother called his dog and headed there, too.  His dog happens to like the rain so she came reluctantly.  Chewlee wanted to find a mud puddle she could jump in and was really upset that I made her come in out of the rain.  I told her it wasn't a nice warm rain so she had to come in so she didn't get sick (don't we mothers all say that?).  Wouldn't you know, as soon as she walked in the house, she sneezed and said, *Oh no.  I didn't come in soon enough!*  I told her that the sneeze was just a warning so she was okay.  She accepted that and relaxed.

I kept a routine of laying in my recliner for a half hour out of every hour with my leg elevated.  Chewlee decided that I would be more comfortable with the overhead lights off and covered up with my small blanket.  She came over and fussed over me for a while and then would sit in my computer chair to watch her programs.  I set up the timer to change channels at the required times so she gets to see the ones she wants so, even if I fell asleep, she wouldn't have to worry about her cartoon shows.

Tomorrow is the day that the Beast is going to have to go out and harvest some of the leaf lettuce because it's getting too big and will be on the tough side.  The young, smaller leaves are tastier too.  The strawberries will be ready and so will many of the string beans.

I haven't been outside other than on the deck just briefly since I hurt my foot and ankle but the Beast says he has a surprise waiting for me when I can get around a bit better.  I'm almost afraid to find out what he's got up his sleeve now.  I wouldn't be surprised if we suddenly had a milk or a meat cow hiding out there.  I tell you, the man is losing his marbles with this *self-sufficiency* thing for *when the big crash happens*.

Gotta go.  Time to get the foot up for a while.  Love you all and I sure hope you are enjoying life wherever you are.  Say a prayer for those who have lost their homes and livelihoods these past couple weeks from the severe weather.  Drive carefully and don't forget to smile. 

Today the Brother showed up in the afternoon right around the time we expected him to show up.  It's not his first time here so you get a feel for how long it takes him to get here. He had one surprise for us.  He brought along one of his dogs.  I was almost afraid to ask but it was the older of his two German shepherds and she's an easy-going sweetie.  She and Baron get along like litter mates, so there's no problems there.

Chewlee was totally fascinated by the idea that he had a DOG.  I don't think she ever thought about the idea that he really has a life away from here but that's a kid for you.  And the idea that he had two dogs just didn't work for her.  She couldn't imagine why he would only bring ONE with him if he had TWO.  I told her it's because the other one is still kind of a puppy and doesn't behave well yet.

The Beast took Chewlee for a ride on his John Deere finally and she was in heaven.  She wasn't the least bit afraid.  Later, when he was going to take Baron for his daily run around the circle, she begged to go with him.  He told her he was going to go fast on it (that's relative to the John Deere, mind you) and she insisted she LIKED fast!  So he took her for a ride on the scooter and she LOVED going fast.  She kept trying to steer and the Beast said she's a lot stronger than you would think.  He really had to fight her to keep control.    She asked him for another ride on the scooter but he told her he had put it away for the night so she would have to wait until tomorrow.  HE is hoping she won't remember but I just laughed because I am betting she WILL.

The Beast and the Brother had a good time with her today.  I think what surprises them both is they can hold a real conversation with her.  She has her own opinion about a lot of things and has a variety of interests.  She also uses some words you don't expect from a 4 year old and she uses them correctly.  I was just grateful they kept her entertained (and vice versa) for an hour or so.  That was enough time for me to catch a short nap and refresh myself a bit.  She wears me out quickly when I don't feel well.  Since my ankle is still very tender and stiff, walking is a chore.  The Princess picked her up from school for me and dropped her off at the house.  She'll do the same thing tomorrow because I doubt I will be able to drive then either.  We shall see what happens on Friday.

I could hardly believe I almost had to force her into the bathtub tonight because she usually loves her baths but she had missed so many of her cartoon shows hanging out with the Beast and the Brother that she could hardly drag herself away from the TV.  She wouldn't let me brush her hair like she normally does but she let her mother do it for a change.  Figures, since it was almost tangle free and took less than 5 minutes to brush out really well.  It's so long now that it takes time, even without tangles.

Okay, I need a nap.  Bad weather on it's way to us.  Bratfink looks like she might be in harms way with their weather in Indiana.  The section with tornadic activity in it was a couple hours away but, if it stays on the same course as it has been on,  it's going to be close enough that the Boy will be nervous as hell.  Of course, it could hit all around them but you know how it is.....you always worry.

I am still walking-wounded.  I CAN stand on the foot, I CAN walk on it albeit gingerly but....it still swells up on me so I wrap it with an ACE bandage and take a couple aspirin to help bring down the swelling.  Later, when it has gone down, I remove the bandage so that there's no possibility of a problem with interfering with my circulation or any such thing.

The Beast dropped a bomb on me by saying, *You know my brother is coming tomorrow, right?*  I just sighed and said, *No, you never told me he was coming.  I suppose he wants to be with you when you go for the chemo?*  He nodded *yes*.  I just rolled my eyes and said I would get the guest room ready for him.

I asked him to carry the clothes hamper out of our bedroom for me so I could do a load or two of clothes.  At least I will have accomplished something for the day.  I also have to shower now that I can stand on my own two feet.  I just wish the foot felt better overall.  No throbbing pain and, when I massage the foot with the gel I have, there's no place that hurts like it's really serious.  It's just the discomfort of the foot swelling up on me and not having a really good sense of balance.

Tomorrow I have to pick up Chewlee from preschool but I am a bit afraid of trying to drive if the foot isn't a lot better.  I can have the Beast or the Brother drive me there so that doesn't worry me.  There's a solution for most every problem I can foresee except.....I need the Beast to get more salami and chips in the house for her.    It's her favorite snack of the month.  They change almost as fast as she changes her clothes.

She told me that she got sick on purple grapes so she won't eat those any more.  She whispered to me that they had seeds in them.  I told her I knew that but they were easy to spit out or even swallow.  She shook her head *no* and said that was what made her sick...the seeds!  She wouldn't let me eat a purple grape either.  She got so upset it surprised me.  She grabbed it out of my hand and threw it in the garbage and said, very emphatically, *Those will make you sick, Gramdma.  You CANT eat them, do you hear?*  I grabbed her and gave her a big hug and told her I was really happy that she was worried for me.  I said, *Thank you* and she said, *You're welcome.*  She then leaned into me and said, *I love you, Grandma*.  I told her I loved her, too, and there would be no more purple grapes to make her sick. 

I have no idea why she thinks the grapes made her sick but she probably threw them up when her stomach was upset so that's why she thinks the grapes did it.  This too shall pass and, sometime in the future, she will be eating purple grapes again.  I don't usually buy them, the Beast does.  I prefer to have the seedless green grapes in the house.  However, since he is into eating healthy these days, he's buying a lot of fruits and veggies.  I approve of that because I believe a lot of foods aren't really good for us with all the hormones and chemicals they use.  It's why I don't like eating a lot of the beef out today and even the chicken is suspect.  I've seen some incredibly huge legs and thighs that make me wonder what the hell kind  of chicken they came from!!!!  Somehow, I don't believe chickens keep growing with age so they aren't OLD chickens.  No farmer could survive keeping chickens that long. 

At least I can give the Brother a list of questions to ask the doctor for me and he'll do it.  I won't be able to go, I know, and this takes a lot of stress off me.  He will make sure to take care of his brother almost as well as I would.

I woke up before either the Princess or Chewlee so I could work on how my foot and ankle were feeling.  They hurt like hell.  I seem to spend my day putting on and then later, taking off, the Ace bandage.  Both things make the area feel better when that happens.  I don't *get it* but I do what needs to be done. 

I'm using the stick to help me get around a bit although the Beast has gotten me coffee a couple times and water when I needed it.  I'm drinking scads of water for some reason.  Once the Princess picked up Chewlee to take her to school, I went back to sleep for a couple hours with the bandage off and the heating pad on warm (which is below *low*).    I re-wrapped it after I woke up and tried to stand on it.  No dice.  Not even close.  I am already getting frustrated and my left leg is starting to show the strain...well, it's making ME feel the strain on it.  I just want to scream.

The heck of it is, I am always the one to advocate being patient and calm when sick, hurt or injured.  But I guess I can't apply it to myself very well.  I have things I want and need to get done, including a big clothes hamper full of dirty clothes that need to be washed.  Argh!!!!  And it's only a couple days more until the Beast starts his round of chemo for the bladder.  If I can't walk, I can't go with him.  That's frustrating as hell to me since I want/need to talk with the doctor.  When I say I really can't walk on this foot, I mean it.  And I will be damned if I am going to drag this stick with me.  Hell, he's the patient and I would be the one they would have to get a wheelchair for. 

I'm going to try practicing patience and maybe do a little bit of meditation if I can get past the pain long enough.  I hate to keep taking pain pills because I keep thinking that they trick you into doing more than you should do just because you don't have pain....or as much pain.

The stick the Beast gave me to help me get around really did come in handy.  I woke up last night around 4:30 or so and found I had to take the Ace bandage off my foot.  The foot was cold, the bottom felt like it was swollen and it tingled.  I know I had put it on too tight.   I really tried not to but the pain can be deceptive. 

I finally felt I could stand and walk over to the coffee to make a fresh pot (I could but it took me a bit longer than I thought it would  ).  I made my way into my computer room to do some foot exercises before I would lay down again.  I also massaged some of my special foot gel over them and really spent a lot of time on the right foot.  I was up so I checked the weather, the news, my email, my Sunday comics and, by the time I was done doing that, I was falling asleep literally.  I figured before I bonked my head on the desktop (I might not catch myself the next time...LOL), I should go ahead and sleep in my recliner.  It took me a bit to get over there but I did..and I fell asleep quickly.  Around 9:30am, the Beast came in and woke me up to have breakfast.  He had taken the trip to McD's and bought two of the Big Breakfasts for us.  I laughed when I saw it and told him an Egg McMuffin would have been fine for me but I thanked him for being so thoughtful.  I also made sure I ate at least a little of everything and then gave some to Baron.  He's not a pancake fan but he does like the biscuit.

I did almost nothing all day...was just trying to stay off my feet as much as possible so it would heal.  The Princess sent me a text message about Chewlee wanting to spend the night here.  I know she did because we had talked about it before I fell and hurt myself.  The Princess said she would drop her off and then pick her up in the morning for school.  I was actually happy to do it because I know we could watch either Harry Potter or one of my other DVD's she likes (it was Madagascar, sigh).  She and the Princess had been over at Tara's so she had been running around outside.  I could tell she was tired and that worked for me.  It only took a short time before she was sound asleep...not even halfway through the movie.  The Beast carried her into HER room (yes, that's what she calls it but she will tell you who she will let stay in HER room if you ask her).

Darn Tara had stopped over earlier today  (we found this out from an email she sent out to my sisters...LOL).  She caught us during a much needed nap (for me anyway).  Since she stepped into the bedroom and Uncle Beast didn't wake up, he must have needed it, too.  I have to ask Tara what the heck Baron did when she walked into the house.  I never heard a thing, not even barking from Baron.  She described both our positions and made me glad I hadn't been drooling or something equally disgusting....LOL
I forgive you Tara.

I am really hoping my foot will be better tomorrow.  If not, I may just take myself over to my orthopedic
doctor and let him take an xray of my foot...just to make sure I haven't broken anything in that foot.  It can't hurt, right?

Love you much.  Hope you all had a great weekend and that your week upcoming is wonderful! 

Just as I am starting to feel much better, it figures that today I would screw that all up.  I had Chewlee today and was sitting at my computer answering a couple emails.  Chewlee called me and needed me to help her with something, I forget what it was but that's not important.  I had been sitting with my right foot tucked under my left thigh.  It's something I often do.  Well, when her voice got a bit frantic, I quickly jumped up, went to step forward and fell flat on my face.  My foot was asleep and didn't do what I wanted.  The worse thing was, I was very much aware of how my foot twisted.  I knew..knew...knew that I had hurt it badly.  It just hadn't had time yet to make me aware of all the pain buddies it was gathering up for my benefit.

When I finally managed to get up and into my chair, I looked at the foot and it was showing signs of blowing up on me.....well, okay...not exactly blowing up but it was forming a bubble of pain on the left side of the foot and carrying clear up to the ankle and down around the heel area..  I hobbled into the bathroom and retrieved an Ace bandage for the foot.  I also grabbed the bottle of aspirin to help fight the swelling.  I wrapped the foot, swallowed the aspirin and debated including a pain pill.  I held off on the pain pill to see just how many pain buddies gathered together in my leg and foot.    A bunch and I am going to hit the pain pills...a few and the aspirin will do.

Okay, it's later and I cannot make this foot and leg comfortable.  The number of pain buddies is quite high so I took a pain pill,  The Beast tried to find out what he did with our walking sticks we bought a couple years ago for when we go walking in the mountains.The last time we had them was back in September when we went to North Carolina.  I know they were packed when we left because I put them in the trunk.  He couldn't find them out in the garage so we think he put them in the barn.  In the meantime, he gave me the handle for the paint roller when we paint a ceiling.  I'm using it in lieu of a crutch or a walking cast.  I tried to take a wee nap and found out the pain in the foot (throb, throb, throb.....) ended up waking me.  I am not looking forward to the next couple of days.  Chewlee will be here tomorrow and she is so active.  She was very solicitous of me today because she saw me fall.  She also kept tucking the heating pad around my foot along with her tee-tee.  When I looked down, it looked like a darn teepee. 

Chewlee and I watched the Harry Potter movies today that were shown on ABC Family Channel.  They showed the first four.  Chewlee's favorite one is The Prisoner of Azkaban where Harry blows his aunt up like a balloon (#3) and also The Chamber of Secrets (#2) where Dobie, the house elf, shows up and causes all kinds of problems for Harry. 

In the midst of this, there was a commercial for Avon cosmetics.  Chewlee says to me, *I want to be beautifulll, Grandma.  I need some things for my eyes (she makes a swiping motion on her eyelid), my lashes and my lips.*  I said, *Chewlee, you are beautiful right now without all those things.*  She shook her head and said, *No.  I am not beautiful.*  When I asked her who had told her she wasn't beautiful, she said to me....*I can see in the mirror, Grandma.  I want to be beautiful like my mommy is and she has stuff for her eyes and her lips.*

I hugged her and told her that there are a lot of kinds of beautiful and she WAS beautiful without all that makeup but, when she was older and bigger, she could get some of those things if she st ill needed them.  That made her happy.

The Beast took her outside with him when he went to plant some seeds in the newest planter and then water everything.  He let her help water and she was fascinated at his poking holes in the ground with his fingers to plant the seeds he had.  She described it with appropriate hand gestures when they were done and back in the house.  Tomorrow she will ride on Papa's John Deere while he works on cutting the front lawn.

My rose bush by the barn looks wonderful and is getting ready to flower.  So is the one I got a few weeks back that was bare bones.  You would never know it now.  That one has two buds that will be opening in a week or two from the size of them.  That just blows me away!    I told the Beast I was proud of him because I thought he yanked it out when he put the planter alongside the barn.  He planted his berry bushes there but he spared my roses mostly because they smell wonderful and he liked that.

I'm really tired but I have no idea if or when I will be able to sleep.  I'm going to try taking a wee nap after I post this.  Cross your fingers for me that I manage to get some.  Love you all and I wish you a great Sunday.

I may not have gotten a lot of sleep last night but it wasn't because of pain in my feet or legs.  It was having to get up to pee twice during the night.  The last time I got up (and I really, really tried not to), it was bright and sunny out and I just said *the hell with it* and stayed up.  I figured I could always nap before I had to pick up Chewlee.

What was a surprise to me was the way I felt.  I had very little pain and more energy than I've had in a while.  I changed my sheets and took the electric blanket off the bed and packed it away for the summer with a softener sheet (lavender) folded into the blanket.  I washed and dried a couple loads of clothes, including the dirty sheets from my bed.  It was the first time I washed a set of the sheets that Bratfink sent me as an early birthday present.  I had been really curious to see how they washed and dried.  They came out just wonderful.  Still soft and silky feeling, no sign of puckering anywhere and they seem to resist wrinkling even when in the dryer with other clothes.  WTG Boy and Bratfink...you give good gifts!  I sure won't be regifting any of the sheets. 

I decided to make some chili mac for dinner.  I know, I know!  What the hell was I thinking on a day that is supposed to be in the low to mid 80's?  I just had such a taste for it and even the Beast thought it was a tasty idea.  I did make it a teensy bit spicier than I had planned on with having Chewlee here for dinner but I figured I could give her the macaroni with some spaghetti sauce on it since she's not fond of *spicy* food.  Just ask her, she'll tell you.

As it worked out, within maybe 10 or 15 minutes of us getting here, the Princess picked her up.  She had left work because she was sick.  That wasn't such a surprise to me because Chewlee's teachers thought she might be trying to come down with something because she was kind of whiny and would cry for no reason most of the day.  She also seemed a bit warm at times but that seemed to come and go.  So the problem with what to feed Chewlee was moot.

At least Chewlee got to water *her* flowers, which made her very happy.  She proceeded to tell me how tall they were all going to get and how happy we would be when they did that.  She's a bit upset that her mother came to get her so early because the Beast promised to take her for a ride on either the John Deere or the scooter, I'm not sure which.  She wouldn't go on it yesterday but she asked to go today.  The Beast was disappointed, too.  That kind of surprised me but I told him there's always tomorrow.

One thing I discovered and I changed today was my shoes.  The ones that have an elevated heel (not a high one, just a slant upward from the toes) became very painful for me within a few minutes.  I found a pair of my sandals with an even sole and that's what I wore today.  Voila!  No pain.  Not in my feet or my calves or my thighs.  Sheesh.  I'm glad I have at least solved the problem of having to wear shoes and finding my legs screaming in pain within 4-5 minutes of walking in them.

I had to throw out my wonderful, furry slippers because they had become painful to wear due to the padding inside crumpling up a bit and the sole not being even.  I'm not terribly upset by that because I've had them for several years and they were showing their age.  I just don't think I will find any I like as well.

I'm trying hard not to overdo these various chores or I will have painful legs again.  I'm resting with my legs up just as a preventive measure between times.  I like being able to go to bed without having my legs hurting or my feet feeling sensitive and turning painful after a couple hours.  It's been a really great day.  Keep your fingers crossed that it continues (and maybe gets better and better?  Or is that too much to hope for?)

In the meantime, we are in the countdown towards the day the Beast starts his chemo on his bladder.  Thanks to Bunny (who has been through this with her husband), I feel like I understand more of what will be going on.  I intend to talk with the doctor to find out more information about the prostate problem and what will be done about that.  I know they feel the bladder tumors are the more serious of his problems right now.  I'm also wondering about his skin cancers and even the melanoma that was removed from his back a few years ago.  They had to redo that one a week later because they hadn't gotten all of it and, as I understand it, that can be a really serious mistake to be made.  Anyway, on Thursday morning he gets the first treatment...then weekly for a total of six weeks.  I want to find out what happens after that.

Love you all.  Our weather today was incredible!  It got up to 84 degrees and that also felt fantastic to me.  But then, I am a sun person and a warm weather freak!  The Beast hates hot weather.  It will be a bit cooler on Thursday for his comfort but nothing like we've had the past couple weeks.  It will only be in the 70's and he can take that with no problems.  I hope you are enjoying some good weather or at least weather you enjoy.  Take care.  Drive carefully.  Smile a lot and have a great weekend.