to stitch, to cook, to sleep, to think…
Poor Chickie- her medicine seems to be working. I’ve started the oral medication; she’s only tolerating the oil on her food. It’s a good thing the steroids make her ravenous! Here she is soaking up some fan-age:
She’ll actually have her nose right up to the fan. I tried to get a picture but she moved.
Here’s Quaker Halloween, from last week’s efforts:
I lucked out tonight—I had just put 4 pieces of chicken (poultry, not dog) in the oven as the rainstorms started going overhead. And the lights went out, but only for a minute. Phew! That was a close one!