But he is still cute. So now that the daylight is passing away earlier each evening, it is time to come inside from the driveway and wash my hands off so I can get ready for the holidays. The stroke slowed me down more than I've realized. But that's okay because I like having some senses, like pain and blindness, to warn me that the psyche test is over. I failed. Again.
Well this is nothing compared to what it might have been.