Blue-eyed babe

I don’t know where today went, but there it is, gone. A phone call to the vet confirmed that we’d have to wait a bit to have Chacha spayed – apart from that, the biggest excitement was getting the dog food and beer delivered rather than having to flog in to town to fetch it. This rather muted little butterfly seems a suitable illustration for the day.
 
Drove down in a light drizzle this evening, dropping in on our elderly invalid friend on the way. It feels pretty cool and damp in Rio too – about 19 degrees Celsius – so I’m still sitting here in a long-sleeved shirt and a sweatshirt. Time to jump into bed and snuggle under the covers.