Shoe boxes full of gold

Got a wild hair up my ass and pulled all our old photo boxes out of their hidey holes today. Had a blast with Peg and Zoë going through pictures from even before I knew her. Got to see the guys she dated before me (loooooo-serrrrrrrrrs!)

Ran across this wonderful photo

 of Peg and I planting one of four redwoods in our back yard. The trees are now well over 60 feet tall, and Zoë has climbed almost to the top of her favorite many, many times. And enticed her friends to do the same, much to the chagrin/horror of their mothers.

Peg's doing much better today. Our doc said to double up on the Fentanyl patches, and voila'--no more reaching for the  morphine. She's much more relaxed not having to be as concerned about pain management, and Fentanyl doesn't zonk her. Yay!