We had our first real El Nino storm system go through in the last few days, and it was a doozy. It’s over now, but there is more rain in the forecast. Meanwhile, we’re appreciating it. I left Billy and went for a short walk for the first time since his health crisis began on Christmas. It was wonderful, beginning with the towering clouds . . .
The dogs were waiting for me to throw a stick, in their usual order; Gena, Xena, and Peaches playing outfield.
The real high point of our little journey of exploration was the discovery of the first green patch in the riverbed. It was only a little bit of moss, but it was gloriously green. We’re all so tired of brown and grey . . .
Billy continues to improve; enough to be a little grumpy about taking his vital statistics every morning. We have to measure his pulse, respiration, blood pressure, blood sugar, and weight. Then he has to take eight pills — but that’s down from nine. He finished his antibiotics. The home health nurse came today, and did it all over again. His appetite is slowly improving, but he won’t be really happy until he can get back in his pickup and make his rounds. We’re visiting the cardiologist tomorrow; perhaps he’ll get permission.