Here's another, better, picture. Yes, this is Baby, who was once like this:
Thank God for the cats, because they're the only thing keeping me out of prison.
Jeez, it's Veteran's Day. You know you're screwed when your group has a holiday. That means the rest of the year you get platitudes and patriotic neglect.
I qualified for a program to get some PT equipment in the house in the hopes it will help the pain level. I also took a "mindfulness" class at the VA, but I need to take it again, I think. It's just the way I learn, and I had the Martian Death Flu for several classes.
I'm planning for the garden next year. The entire back of the house will be strawberries, raspberries, and hopefully grapes.
I like that idea, in part.