Molly Butler's Lodge

fireplace.

I can't remember exactly what I wrote last night when I tried four times to upload our connection is still sluggish this morning.

We, Kathy and I got all dressed up to go out to dinner, something we rarely do these days but it was a special occasion. Not only is it our wedding anniversary but one year and a day since my surgery. I spent our last anniversary in ICU . . . .

Kathy had filet mignon; I had grilled salmon. I think this was the first time we were unable to finish a bottle of wine with dinner; neither of us drinks much anymore . . .

Dreamed I was a candidate to join St John's College, Oxford (that's what it was in my mind, I've no idea why.). Candidates had to perch in a tall, rickety stool for the interview. I was not successful.