It must be Friday because I hear the droning of the the trash trucks....
Mr.Alffe jammed his thumb playing basketball last night and it's all swollen..dam when is he going to realize he's old!

And Cooper, who Mr.Alffe says gets more sympathy around here than he does, is bleeding from his eye...don't know if he pulled a stitch or what...I'm waiting for the vet to open to see what to do.

I did finally make it to Curves yesterday and hope to go again today, depending on what we learn about Cooper.

And it rainned so hard yesterday there are green things popping up on top of piles of dirt, and coming out of the sides of the piles...in places I never planted them. ~sigh

What's on your plate?...................