John brings me lunch most days, and a can of hard cider (shhh!) It's a welcome treat and a chance for us to eat a meal together. Sub sandwiches, an occasional burger, a Greek salad from a nearby bistro . . . anything to escape institutional food.
On Tuesday the wind had blown the smoke from the ongoing forest fires away from us and the temperature was mild so we went outside and he pushed me in my wheelchair all around the building.
There's a bit of autumn color remaining but the ongoing drought has been hard on everything.
Still, it was glorious to be out and breathing fresh air.
And taking pictures . . .
I also got out yesterday to the wound care center where they say the wound continues to make excellent progress in healing.
Maybe we could send the whole country there.