I want to post about nice things, but it is another disagreeable, scratchy day. Tuesday, Mardi, Mars' Day. The confrontational day of the week.
At least the important things are taken care of. My Nanna is home and is doing well. She has a ploughman's appetite and is looking forward to cooking nice things for herself. She is no longer scared to eat. She is taking liquid iron supplements that my father buys her, which she says taste like fertilizer. She is in good spirits.
Grow Lily, grow.
