It's not Sunday. But sure does feel like it. I'm tired! Carole enjoyed the visit but was anxious to return and rest. Very uncomfortable in that wheelchair for hours, missed the pain pill dose, and exhausted. The shells were very good, but not like the creamy filling of Polly-O. It's hard to explain, but anything with the slightest texture feels like sand on my destroyed tongue. Painful, and more so when trying to remove the tiny particles from crevices and fissures. Who would think that a soft cheese like ricotta can feel like sand? I made the almond cake that Vera led us to, it was wonderful and simple. She's back now and resting, we're meeting her at the surgeon's office Monday to remove stitches (maybe) and check her progress.
Happy new year everyone.
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