A working day.

Today is our day to refill our pill boxes, so we did that before we even had breakfast. After the nice breakfast Chris made, we started doing our separate things. I did a little mending, and Chris started our income tax. I couldn't be much help, so I stayed out of the way. After lunch I separated out the shoes I can't wear anymore, and unpacked a box of clothes I had stored. Some of them went to the pack to Bro. Benno's and so did the shoes. I stored away the silk blouses, and I made up a bag of wool sweaters to go to the cleaners. My closet looks a lot better now. I made an appointment for Mar. 14 at Kaiser Hospital to see a surgeon about my leg, but it's so much better I don't believe he will find anything wrong with it. At least, that's how I feel about it. I won't have any surgery, I feel sure. I'm too old for just cosmetic surgery. Support stockings cover the veins, anyway.