What a fabulous weekend!
Snowstorm yesterday. Walked down to the in-laws' house with Abby for a visit and ended up getting their iPad -- yes, these 80-somethings have an iPad -- set up so they can "Facetime" with their great-grandchildren who live 2 hours away. Ended up writing a funny column about it for this week's paper, which is nice because the original idea for this week was rather earnest and I've done serious ones for the last while. Nice to mix it up and be amusing. 
Today was sunny and mild. 9 degrees! Had two long walks in snow that was deep enough to be a workout but not too deep as to force one to give up. This morning, Abby followed deer tracks and disappeared so that before-breakfast walk became a long hike through the woods. Would have been lovelier if I hadn't been wondering were the hell she'd gone! But the incident proved that Dwayne is the better tracker. I already know that if I'm going to get stranded somewhere, he's gotta be with me if I'm going to survive.
Wrote the rest of the day with frequent breaks to talk to Dwayne, who was plowing the yard and trying to ignore the extreme pain he's in (his shoulder is now getting worse by the day; I don't know how much more he can stand. He may be forced to take the Percocet several times a day instead of holding off till bedtime). He still managed to whip up a lovely pork roast Sunday dinner. What a guy.
Jane came out at 3 o'clock for another long walk. This was the best Stella has been with Jane's dog Sam. Nice to see the old girl chilling out a bit.
Such a happy weekend, I don't want it to end. Why does it seem that the worse things get for Dwayne, the better they are for me??