No big changes today. I carried Rufus upstairs last night, so we could all sleep in the master bedroom, rather than downstairs in the rec room / library. This morning, he managed to amble down the stairs on his own, which was great. Been working at home today, making sure he doesn’t try to nibble on his wound, watching him sleep, and of course taking a funny picture of him:
after I mentioned that I liked David Gates’ novel, 
, but I never got around to it. I’ve never even owned a Ford!