Even lesbian couples start to look like each other over time.

Just when things were getting back to normal after the wife's stroke, she had cataract surgery today, so now I have to step up and take care of her again. I really do prefer it when it's she waiting on me. Oh well.

Around these parts they call me the stoned mason. I'm repairing the garden borders that haven't had any attention for a few years, aside from Labradors knocking stones around as they tussle in the yard. My back forgot how little it enjoyed this work, but was quickly reminded.

Time to get cooked.