Flower power

Our favourite sign of spring is the Magnolia tree in all her glory. Be careful, though, because if you blink, you'll miss the magnificent display; it lasts but a few days.

Gittit waited and waited, but the tree teased her with velvety buds, tightly closed until she had to depart. This is the best I can do to share the beauty with my sister-in-law. The marvels of digital photography.

Gilly spent the day relaxing in front of the tube. It was a cold, rainy day, so he took it easy. The second dose of chemo coupled with another zap of radiation doesn't seem to have any noticeable effect. His only complaint was, "I feel kind of out of it." I asked him to clarify, and he assured me he's not out of it in terms of mental functioning. But, for the next 6 weeks he will not be starting any new projects, he explained, and so he feels somewhat removed from everyday life.

The tag team shuttle to and from radiation treatments is moving right on track. Thanks to Grandma Shirley and Sharon (and all others I haven't asked yet, but will pull out all Jokers when I need to), I am still able to manage my work schedule.

Gilly's watching the hockey game, still maintaining a positive outlook on the Habs' winning potential. I'm about to curl up with a good book. All is calm this evening.