A Typical Monday

I spent a good part of the day waiting in a hospital cafeteria for my grand-daughter to have surgery on a fingernail. Yes, on a fingernail.

Then I went to physical therapy for my back problem.

Then I came home, curled up in the recliner and whimpered. A lot.

WSH fixed pasta with a cream sauce, garlic, and artichoke hearts. I had the last glass of the $2 Chuck, he had red.

I thought my wine went nicely with the artichokes, not so much with the cream sauce. I wish I knew why...