This morning was a wet one… it seems to have been drizzling most of the night.

The CT scan was the one booked by my GP intended to keep an eye on my innards… on a couple of hot spots that the PET scan identified. This was not one of my throat; we will have to wait for my oncologist, whom I see on Aug. 19, to decide if we get another CT for that.

The CT was done without intravenous injection of dye(s), but there was a quart of water tinted (or is that ‘tainted’) with another dye solution. They did prep me for the intravenous, but the first scans were clear enough that the supervising radiologist didn’t feel that the intravenous dyes would make a huge difference. Eh. So I sat around in my hospital gown, drank the tainted water, had the series of shots taken, and was at work before 11 am. My GP will call when/if there’s something to discuss.

The cat still hasn’t come back. I’m not really expecting him to, to tell the truth. There has been way too much activity with foxes and coyotes in and around the condo complex for comfort. That’s the problem with living this close to a protected nature reserve, I suppose…

Sunday evening we ended up with 13 for dinner. It started off with Jennifer wanting to have a family dinner, which then grew into her wanting to bring four friends. Kim and Duane both made it. And we invited Nancy and John, and then called my brother, Paul, who was on his own for the past week, and serendipity brought Deb to the doorstep earlier in the day, so she, too, stayed. It wasn’t anything fancy, in the end… just burgers, beans, potato salad, green salad, corn-on-the-cob, meringues and strawberries with whipped cream for dessert, and way too much wine. The number of bottles I found after the fact was a little surprising…

Oh, and I did eat… quite a bit, actually. It only seemed to make up for not having eaten earlier in the day. I just cannot seem to gain any weight.

Gail is so intent on some sort of life in Spain in the not-so-distant future that I backed down last night, and told her to go ahead and book us into Spanish language classes in the University’s adult education program. Leaving this country to go live in another gives me some ‘concern’… but, hey, its something for Gail to look forward to, and we know that she is in desperate need of some attainable, but challenging goals. It just feels like a bit of a step backwards… my ancestors left Europe centuries ago. Why am I thinking about returning? Shouldn’t we be moving forward? Like to Mars, or some place? Well, Spain does have the best Goya collections, some really fabulous architecture, some decent wines, and Italy and France are right next door, within driving distance, and then there is the Mediterranean… if I can just figure out how to afford the boat I want…

I also suspect that, if we do move to Spain, we’ll have a lot more visitors than we tend to get in Edmonton… and that would be a good thing (hint to all you old friends and family members).