At Sketch Club, I drew my sketching buddy's geraniums, now in full bloom. Helped to keep me calm.
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Then I celebrated a big birthday.
<--Oh, my gosh, how did this happen????
Coincidentally, we went to see a hematologist for Mr. M.
The news was good as we finally have a diagnosis that explains all the health issues, and better yet, a treatment to get things under control.
We ate out to celebrate everything.
And then we went home and Mr. M. had severe indigestion--from eating out. Well, it was still a nice day.
But isn't it all so geriatric?
Now, a good birthday entails good news from the doctor!