Tuesday morning at Emory and Tuesday afternoon at Tuesday Morning

My appointments at Emory today went very well, and Jimmy and I came away quite pleased with ourselves. My numbers look good, and the nasty tumor in my abdomen that has made me so miserable has shrunk considerably, after only one week's treatment.

On our way home, we were mulling our options in the apartment for lunch when I announced that I wanted to go to Houston's. I was hungry all of a sudden.

I wore my mask in, but we had a lovely time: I got soup, Jimmy a salad and we split the French Dip with fries. It was great.

We also stopped on Briarcliff at a Tuesday Morning and bought some new bed linens: the bedspread that came with the apartment is a thick, slick, shiny thing that keeps slithering to the floor.

At the checkout counter, there were some Steiff stuffed animals, and I couldn't resist getting a little Andy substitute to put on the back of Jimmy's chair. He just doesn't look right without a dog perched on his shoulder. And if things continue to go this smoothly, we should be able to bring Andy up here before too long.

Jimmy also bought a new coffee mug - the apartment ones only hold about 5 ounces. I applaud his selection.