Thursday, 15 August 2019
Had my final turtle time. This is an oblique way of indicating that I saw the foot surgeon for my two-year checkup, and got a fine bill of health. One foot’s worth, anyway.
Subsequently, we celebrated (?) by running the pickup through the carwash to get the accumulated tree gunk removed. The trade-off with having a shady place to park it is that gravity turns it into stained artwork. For now, it’s silvery superb.