The Google blogosphere was down yesterday, so I could not post. Not much news anyway. Fran continues to progress slowly but surely. She has a slight ability to move her left leg. She retains her dry humor. She has a good time with visitors, but she also gets tired. Next week we will be traveling to doctors, which will be an adventure.
I took some time off today and played golf with Marshall, Christian Wells, and Cyriaque. This is a great form of relaxation for me. It seemed less relaxing for them, as we had a "who stole my ball" controversy erupt on the third hole. On the first hole, a 340 yard par 4, Marshall said he hit his best drive ever, but he could not find it. We did find a ball about 10 yards from the green, but mistakenly determined that it was not Marshall's. Christian pocketed the ball. On the third hole Christian teed it up. Marshall looked down and saw that Christian was teeing up with the lost ball from hole #1. Marshall went off like an IED and it took several holes and a couple of double bogeys for peace to be restored.
This weekend Isela and Katerina are off and I will have a "professional" caregiver from an agency for Saturday and Sunday. I will miss them, as they are terrific.
Tonight Alice and Jerry Rost brought dinner to us and we had a dinner party. Alice had prepared a wonderful chicken dish from an Ina Garten recipe and Jerry crafted excellent martinis.