Well, Max has gone back to Memphis, wah. He worked his rear end off Saturday, and I was vaguely surprised he could move today. He picked up pruning leavings, mowed, took limbs off the dogwood trees with the chain saw, and dug holes for me to plant some raspberry bushes and a lilac. He about ate me out of Ibuprofen last night, though.
Lola got up this morning and came into the living room with her shirt, bra, knee high hose on and not another stitch. She had no panties, no depends, and no pants on whatsoever. She didn't seem to think there was anything amiss with that, either. Sigh.