Saturday, January 18

Went to Target this morning with Andrew to do a little stocking up on pantry items, paper products, and over the counter meds, for no other reason than just giving in to the unsettling unknowns of the next week/s. I feel better when I feel prepared for disruptions. 

The four of us played Splendor in the afternoon, I crocheted a snowman, and our friends came over for happy hour. We made hot spiced cider with bourbon. No bourbon for me, though; I'm not drinking for the forseeable future, at least until chemo is over. 

We ordered Pizza Hut for dinner and the girls and I watched several episodes of Lost while Andrew watched football. It's such a good show. Farrah, extra cuddly, lay across my lap for most of the time. 

Greta and I spent some time this afternoon trying to comb Nutmeg. We made a little progress with me distracting her by petting her head and Greta combing her. I have never seen a creature shed so much. Fur is sticking out everywhere. She looks like a wild bun living a hard life on the street instead of a spoiled indoor pet.