My beloved husband was home for the weekend. A good thing, too, because I tripped and fell flat on my face in the library parking lot, and he was there to rescue me and take me to Urgent Care. A true blessing was that Urgent Care was deserted -- we were the only customers. No children with upper respiratory disorders, no line, nothing. I did not break my nose, although it's swollen and has a bad cut which may scar. A few bumps and bruises on my forehead, road rash on my hands and one knee, otherwise entirely okay. Thank G-d.

We managed to have a lovely visit despite my mishap. Went to South Side with our dog, sat in the sun, and visited with Woody the no-longer-homeless guy. Saturday night I fixed an extra-special supper for Robert, and Sunday morning cooked him a full-on breakfast.

Too short a time together. I'm sure the dog thought so, too, even though Robert brushed him, and walked him, and played in the back yard with him. Tark never left his side the whole time he was here. Poor dog -- he doesn't understand about a job in Arizona.