It's Saturday morning 3/3 and the wind is whipping the decorative flags around and making the wind chimes clang noisily.  The temperature is only in the high 50s, too; feels rather chilly.

In our current location, we are just across the street from the most popular/convenient Bark Parks.  Most mornings there are at least two other dogs taking care of business when we arrive and this morning was no exception.  Gus and a Staffordshire terrier romped for quite a while while Woody stalked the doves that lit on the fence surrounding the park.

I visited with Gail for a bit yesterday to get an update on Hank's condition.  As sometimes happens, his initial diagnosis of pneumonia was premature; after more tests, the doctors discovered blockage in his bile ducts which had lead to the high fever and malaise.  They've inserted a stent to open the duct and alleviate the pressure;  hopefully the blockage will slowly dissolve or pass.   Gail has been able to stay in the room with Hank during most procedures with the doctors explaining/showing her their findings right on the spot.  She said if they had been in Canada, Hank would have been whisked away and she would have had to bide her time biting her nails in a waiting room until some one summoned her.  Gail said Hank is feeling so much better now and both of them are very pleased with the quality of care he's received.  We are all very happy to hear he is on the mend.

Tonight we're going to dinner with Jan & Del.  We are motoring to Eloy (about 5 miles) to the Robson Ranch Community's Grill.  They tout their prime rib special on Saturday night as nothing short of spectacular.  We shall see.  We figured if it was THAT good, then perhaps we should make reservations as their brochure recommended.  When Corky called to do so, he was told by the hostess that they did not take reservations and furthermore, if diners wanted to ensure a prime rib dinner, they should arrive no later than 5 p.m.!  I know we are among the "early bird dinner" crowd, but come on!

All for now.