Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your life.
Today Dr. Mary had to work, and it was quite foggy, so I drove her to work and returned home to do some wash, pay some bills, and water the garden. Mary insisted that I go to the dermatologist to see about my face. I almost didn’t do it and was going to tough it out, but I went.
I am glad I did, as the doctor told me to stop using the medicine immediately.
Mary had the afternoon off, so I picked her up just afternoon, and we ordered veal piccata, picking it up on the way home. I am not so sure why everyone goes on about genetically modified food. I had a lovely leg of salmon the other day.
Piccata describes meat; usually, veal or chicken, sliced, dredged in flour, browned, then served in a sauce containing lemon juice, butter, and capers.
Located adjacent to the Orange Elks Lodge in downtown Orange close to the traffic circle.
We watched movies all afternoon, and I put lotion on my face to stop burning and itching.
We had potatoes and eggs for dinner and watched Two And A Half Men before watching a Bruce Willis movie. AT 10:00 PM, Mary crashed, and I headed home.