Took Dad for his second eye surgery this morning. Such bitchin' moanin' complainin' grumblin' and grippin' I've never heard. You'd think it was a heart transplant. And, it's not because he's 92 either. He has always been like this, but my Mom was alive back then to deal with it. All I can say is I'm glad he doesn't have a third eye!
It's a georgous, sunny day today, but I can't mow because it rained during the night. It'll take another day for the yard to dry out. It was 80 yesterday and somewhere around that today.