It's been a fairly mundane few weeks since we returned from Houston. We struggled to readjust to the temperature here in Aberdeen, which are significantly different then what we enjoyed in Houston. There is a definite chill creeping into the air now, you can feel winter around the corner. I think it jumped out and scared the tree in front of our house yesterday - it dropped about half of its leaves in one night.
Fiona's been fighting a monster cold since we got off the plane. It's finally backing off now, but it was a doozy. In a way it was useful because it kept things fairly relaxed, which helped us get over the jet lag.
Casey was a little down too. We had to take her in for a little surgery on Tuesday. She had a few lumps removed and is now practicing her "pity-me" look - big sad eyes and a giant plastic cone. We got her lab results back and it turns out none of her cysts were cancerous. We've put her in a t-shirt now so she doesn't scratch her stitches. We didn't realize until we put it on that it was an anti-cancer shirt.
We're now hanging out at home having a quiet evening with a nice warm coal fire in the fireplace. We've watched another Hitchcock movie, "To Catch a Thief", and have both nominated it to replace "Rear Window" as our favorite. It was quite cool to see all those places in Southern France where we ran around this spring. And Grace Kelly in designer dresses ... well that doesn't hurt either. On a slightly less high-brow note, we've only just repaired our guts after splitting them watching "The Hangover". The content is not for everyone, but man, was it funny.
1 comment:
Poor Casey!
Glad to hear the good news on the prognosis. Dogs are so cyst prone. Seems like every dog I know has had them.
You can tell her pink is a good colour on her. Maybe she won't mind the t-shirt then.
Cheers,
h
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