Now we wait . . .

The Patient had his CT scan this morning. Now we wait for the results. He sees the surgeon next Thursday so we probably won't have any word before then.

Meanwhile, on the ranch, we had a Chinese Pistache tree removed today. There is a big gap in the front foliage, like a missing tooth. Ten years ago we planted three of these beauties. But the middle one ended up without enough room to spread her branches and was becoming misshapen by the encroachment of her sisters on either side. So out she came. The arborist did save all the wood and we will have it for next year's cold weather. Of course, we won't BE here next winter . . . Now the other two trees can grow out instead of up, and everyone, especially the trees, will be much happier. This is what it looks like in the fall when it turns a flaming red and then drops a zillion leaves all over the place.

This bionic woman is still wired up with various meters, following everything I do. It's like being bugged; someone is going to know everything I have been doing for 72 hours. Tomorrow night or Sunday morning I will disconnect and then be free to misbehave at will.