Last night, when I had completed a very long work day (including facilitating two remote therapy groups where we discussed COVID, family issues, the past, the present, and the future), I tweeted this:
When somebody asked about my answer to that question, this is where I went:
When and where did I capture the other images in today’s blog?
We now know where the Daily Bitch is going, but we don’t know when.
When you looked at those photos, did you notice that Joan is now getting breaks from the cone? When her skin problem is healed, she’ll be where she needs to be to be totally cone-free!
I just took that photo in the room where I’m blogging.
Regarding the when and where of most of today’s photos: Yesterday I went to CVS and Marshall’s where I bought an ace bandage and a baby onesie for Joan. When Joan is without the cone, she prevents her skin from healing by licking where the problem is. When we tried the other solutions , Joan let us know where she is on this issue — she definitely prefers the cone!
This is the song that takes me back to when I was young and where there were transistor radios, a different kind of cone (ice cream), the sun, and the sea.
When and where might you leave a comment?
When you get to the end of my blog posts, that’s where you find my gratitude.