Not quite real

I didn't make it up to Lynnwood today because I was so nauseous and tired.  That seems to be the new norm for the day after dialysis.  It looks as I'll have to plan my outings only for Mondays, two days after dialysis.

I had a long phone call with Terri and Gena, who turned 89 yesterday, just catching up on things and commiserating about the dreadful changes taking place in our country.

This garland of artificial roses is wound around the railings of one of the apartments with a balcony.  About the only flowers visible anywhere around.