I’m getting used to the idea that I’m facing a bit of surgery. Last week was full of ‘tests’ (ugh); this week is BAU, but next week we meet with the Dr. to find out the results of all these tests. Wish me luck, please. Ah … when you do with me luck, would you mind adding a prayer or two? We’d appreciate it.
All kinds of ‘things’ are going on at Gran’ Nanny’s Goat Milk Soaps. First, the hubster has had the flu; the world stops when one of us is ill. I’ve been staying close to him and making sure he drinks plenty of liquids. He’s better.