color
Yesterday we went on a field trip to Somerset mall and bought cloth napkins (the non-stripe ones above — the stripey ones this friend of my mother-in-law wove). I love the complex colors, mixes of seasons. We also bought this rug, which Moby rubs his face into, maybe to mark it his like the cats do?
Then we had a margarita and came home. I gave myself a glass of wine after Steve gave me my first of many shots:
The nurse drew on my thigh with a marker so that Steve would know where to shoot. He was brave; I was not. I did cry. Then we watched episodes of Arrested Development that we have only seen ten times, to forget about pain, and drank wine, to numb pain, before we slept, to temporarily disappear.
