Today I give you

a picture Hubband took of Oribel and me,

 

winter garden boxes,

 

and the male half of the Pileated Woodpecker pair that live in the dead trees in our woods and come hang out at our feeders.

 

 

This morning,

our coffee maker made 1 1/2 to 2 tablespoons of coffee and then biffed it. Fortunately, we happen to have some coffee in the cupboard already ground for the french press pot.
Le sigh. One more thing for me to fit into my upcoming week.

In the last week,

DTE and I have taken Miss Sadie Rose Dog to the vet for her to be diagnosed with an infected and burst sebaceous cyst that will be removed this week; I have filled out tons of paperwork and signed my name to it all for someone else; we/I have moved my father into a memory-care facility; I was given the official diagnosis I was suspecting of an outbreak of shingles on my personage; Mr. Simon Peter Dog was very, very sick yesterday so Hubband and DTE took him to the emergency vet clinic, and it was determined that he had too many things going on to be able to make it, so the decision was made to help him not be in the pain that had been getting worse for him all day.