My day was nothing dramatic. The chiropractic adjustment went well enough, though I'll have to be cautious for the next couple of days so not to undo it. That won't be difficult. It's supposed to start raining again tomorrow, so I won't be tempted to do anything strenuous in the yard, like pulling foxtails out of the lawn. I did some of that this morning, but the crop is bounteous this year. I hope the lupines do as well.
The weather today was just about perfect— mild, and not at all hot, and there were fluffy white clouds to watch drifting by all afternoon. But mentioning them reminds me that they reminded me of whipped cream, and I've got some whipped cream, and pumpkin pie to put it on, so I'm going to go eat some of that right now. Whatever self control I once had is entirely gone. Aging has its perks. And, as April 18 reminds northern Californians, one never knows when disaster will strike, so never pass up a chance to eat pie.
