I thought I ought to mention it: tomorrow it’ll be our 45th wedding anniversary. It’s sort of caught us flat-footed this year–Patty’s back spasms, all sorts of veterinary activity, my heel spur giving me the devil… I have a feeling that I ought to be giving her a car or something, but all I’ve got is a cake.
Ah, well. Last night a fly got in here and Robbie chased it around the living room. It’s been a while since she felt up to doing that. We celebrate small things.
It’s probably a good idea always to do that. Thank you, God, for the small things that save our sanity.