Pain in the butt

We're headed into record cold weather for the next couple days. Steve covered most of the flowering plants outdoors and brought in the smaller ones. The chickens, I understand, will be okay, but this will be the coldest night of their young lives so I'm worried about them all the same.

I was in the chemotherapy infusion suite again today, as I am every three weeks, for my routine Herceptin. I have been in remission for 8-1/2 years and have seniority around there. No, I don't want another heart scan! No, I don't need to see the oncologist every month or even every two months! The truth is, I'd be pounding on the doors if I thought I needed any kind of medical attention, but when I'm feeling really, really well, as I am now, I tend to push back. I've heard that grouchy old women live longest!