“Remoted” – Workday Twenty-Four (Thursday)

Talk about a crazy day. Woke up with a raging headache. There was snow on the lawn and the car and still falling steadily from the sky. In a couple of hours the snow was gone, but not the headache. The weather forecast is for more snow on Friday night. The delivery forecast is for wine to arrive Friday. Overall, the forecast is good.

Winnie's hobbling. Again.

Effective today, Winston is a three-legged dog. Again. Over the past seven years, he has alternated injuries to both rear legs. The first time it happened he had laser treatments which may or may not have helped. Surgery was mentioned as an option, but due to the cost and absence of certainty, it was declined. Winnie deftly maneuvered on three legs for weeks or maybe it was even months, until one day he was back with four on the floor. Shortly thereafter, he injured the other rear leg. It’s happened periodically over the years, but he’s been mostly good lately. So good, that he’s been jumping the past couple days, which is probably why he’s a tripod dog again. I'll be carrying him up the stairs and the Winnie 20-pound weight program will resume. Injure. Hobble. Heal. Repeat. Oh, Winston. Old age stinks buddy. 

Sausage and breaded eggplant.

Dinner was fun. The eggplant from last week’s produce box finally met the knife to fulfill its destiny as thin slices coated with a mix of bread crumbs and wheat germ and baked crispy. A little sauce, some mozzarella, and a hot Italian sausage, and dinner was yummy. Cooking is fun when I feel like doing it, and by design, there are leftovers for the times I don’t feel like doing it. With strategic planning and rationing, the five remaining sausages cooked tonight could last for several weeks. It's funny what feels like a victory these days.