It's 7:30, left coast standard time. Peg's been passed out since 6:15, Zoë since 5 or so after a swim meet. We have a backlog of favorite shows to watch (Psych, Glee, Big Bang Theory, Adventures of Merlin) so I'm hoping we can squeeze at least one in after dinner.
I went to the opening of a friend's art exhibition at the Crocker Museum in Sacramento with my buddy Michael Irwin...after having the best Reuben sandwich in recent memory at DeVere's Irish Pub.
Meanwhile, Michael's wife Lesley helped Peg with tax schmutz and kept her company. And took her for a walk. And was her usual wonderful self.
Peg's done with antibiotics, so I can retire my shingle as amateur infusion technician. One less medical thing to keep track of.
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