Day 89

Day 88

I used to have cute feet...believe it or not.  OUCH!  Three shots of cortisone make Ghost Girl a cranky writer.   Here's hoping it does the trick.  The next option is just not cool.  

Day 87

We're never at a loss for Bar-B-Que in Albany!

Day 86

On our nightly walk, Danté and I met the neighborhood squeak toys.  Oh so tempting...

Day 85

These little house finches continue to re-use two nests on our porch.  They were built at opposite ends in the little overhang of the pillars.  I'm never sure which nest the eggs are in until we hear the "cheep, cheep" of the newborns.  

Day 84

Day 83