Dan and I went to the Farmer's Market yesterday and among its many delights was a table piled high with the most beautiful and fragrant basil I've had in a long time.  (Caprese salad for lunch anyone?)  We enjoyed fresh vegetables from the market for both lunch and dinner.  Quite delightful.

Today, we rose early and Dan got a little golf in before his morning commute--joining me for the front 9 in the wee hours of the morning.  My normal "Golf on Monday, Chemo on Tuesday" partner, Renee' is in Hawaii at Hale Honu, so it was nice to have Dan along for a change.  The back nine was a lot of fun to play solo.  Lots of decisions to make when you're playing golf alone.  Do you play two balls for the practice? (Yes, I did.)  Do you really have to count all of the sand strokes if no one's around to see how many you took?  (Yes, I did...except for one where I was distracted.)  So I posted a 112...could have posted a 114 more legitimately...not my best round by far...but not my worst by an equal distance.

And I got to enjoy the birds, the scenery, the serenity of playing on my own and the joy of making a par on a tough par 5!

I spent the rest of the day cleaning up my in basket (yaay!) and now am about to join Chad for dinner.  I am both looking forward to my infusion tomorrow and also feeling a bit apprehensive as the neuropathy begins to approach the point where the doc recommends a vacation from that part of the arsenal.  But I've got my Ipod stocked up with new videos and a book I've been listening to on tape.  I've got my stack o magazines to take with and my prayer quilt.  And my angel-friend, Erik, on his way to shepherd me through this round.

Oh, and a lovely Laguna Niguel evening blessing me with a cool breeze.  Nice weekend plus one.  Thanks be.

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