The day Smokey had his surgery was a long one. We had to get up at 5am in order to get to the hospital in St Paul on time, then I stayed at the hospital all day until he was installed in his room after the surgery and recovery. Later I had dinner with Younger Son before driving back to Wisconsin.
I attribute my tripping that night over the dogs’ water dish — which has been in the same place for at least ten years — to being overtired. I caught my toe on it, stumbled forward to *attack* the table next to my knitting chair, then *attacked* the chair itself. Too tired to clean up the mess, I left it until the next day… which meant I could photograph the scene and share it with youse guys.