Spring is finally here.  The trees are budding out, the ice and snow are gone, and we got some heavy rain which was sorely needed.  I took the dogs to the off leash on Sunday and Charlie was so good but he did break a toenail.  He won't let me cut his toenails, even with a muzzle on, so I let them break.  I feel badly for him, but he will not let me cut them.  It's disgusting, I know.

I had a long dentist appointment on Monday.  When I was in Vancouver last month, a filling broke and the best way to preserve the tooth was with a crown.  I've never had a crown before and although it wasn't painful, it took forever and my whole body was tense the whole time.  Although the pain was minimal, just the needles for the freezing, lots of strange things in my mouth, which I didn't like, but needs must.  My new dentist is the daughter of a coworker and is a wonderful dentist, kind, gentle and knowledgeable.  A good combo.  I get my permanent crown in a couple of weeks.

I'm down to fourteen days of work left before retirement, not that I'm counting.  I worked yesterday and I don't know what the problem was but I was so tired, tired enough that I kept sitting down which is not something I usually do at work.  I crawled into bed last night at seven-thirty and slept well until Jack joined me in the middle of the night.  He's got a cough and runny nose and he was so restless, fortunately I'm off for the next week.

Life goes on.  I said goodbye to a patient yesterday.  He's been coming for as long as I've worked in cancer care, thirteen years.  When I asked him how long he'd been coming, he told me that he was diagnosed with kidney cancer seventeen years ago and that the doc had only given him two years, max.  He was telling me about his use of baking soda to change his body pH, seems to be working for him.  He's eighty-one now and the cancer has finally spread to his bones and I'm guessing his liver too, from the colour of his skin, but he had a damn good run though and I'm happy for him.

Last week we put up a new blind in our family room which meant the curtains had to be taken down and washed, which meant the kitchen curtains were also taken down and washed.  And then I started washing windows and sills and floors.  The family room looks much better without dusty, dog hair filled venetians blinds.

My house is flithy due to the rain and mud and dog feet; it needs a good clean.  The dogs need walking. Supper needs to be sorted.  I think I'll turn on the radio and putter, see what gets done and what doesn't.