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Cats and Mice and Philippe, Oh Boy

Well Day 2 seems to have gone much better than Day 1, most of which was spent in bed with the sweats or asleep. I took anti-nausea medication yesterday, a first, which I suspect was the reason for the sweats which started in treatement and lasted much of the day. Today I turned the medication down and I'm feeling fine. So good, in fact, we're off to Megan and Selo's restaurant for dinner tonight. Maryse's mom loves the food and just has to go before she leaves for Kelowna, Wednesday. So, too, does Philippe, who leaves for Montreal and university Thursday. It's going to be a pretty empty (and quiet house).


These pictures of the basement are for posterity. Maryse and I will have to get used to his smiling face not being there.

I guess we'll just have to make do with the excitement (not) that comes with having cats chasing mice, like Cleo this afternoon.

The hunter:
The hunted:
The audience ("Hey I saw it first!")
That was my day. Ah, it beats spending it in bed!


Book: Knights of the Black and White by Jack Whyte

Music: Biograph by Bob Dylan

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