Cold morning here. I think this frost has put an end to most of my garden. The roses are lovely with the frosted look, but the salvias have a much less attractive appearance and the cannas are dreadful.
Fee didn't get home on Sunday until nearly 6:00 and was sick. He went to First Care yesterday morning and got some antibiotics to go along with all of his over-the-counter medications.
I called the doctor yesterday to make an appointment for my flu shot, which I should not have put off for so long, and asked for them to call in my annual sinus medication. Picked that up last night, but my ears still feel as if I'm under water.
Yesterday, I made some progress is cleaning up my last mess in the sewing room and spent some time trying to get the rest of the house straight and the laundry caught up again. Then I settled in and read. Finished Five on a Treasure Island (reviewed on my book blog) and started a mystery dealing with a trip Sigmund Freud made to New York in 1909.