Call the guards! We've got a runner!

Our long-time neighbor Sharon, at the end of the block, called Peg this morning to invite her to see her newly bloomed irises. We drove over, deployed the walker, and Peg was up for the full garden tour. Half an hour in 90 degree heat and enjoying every minute.

This morning Peg was motoring around way before I got up, making her own breakfast and meditating. She's crazy-skinny, but seems to have found her second wind with the Fentanyl patches. It also helps that she's (as she has described herself) "one tough mo-fo."

Except for two brief forays onto the porch, Peg hasn't left the house since we brought her back from the hospital. This little trip was a real milestone.

Hoping to get her down to Lake Natoma to watch the sunset as the geese fly in to settle down for the night, while very aware that every day is a Forrest Gump box o' chocolates.