Went to a Carol’s pastry shop with Kevin this morning.
It’s down an alley-way, inside of a big garage. There are two old men who bake everything, and one late-middle-aged man who runs the register.
We had to eat our turn-overs in the car, because Kevin had to get to work.
…and because I had to take Al, the cat we’re watching as part of our house-sitting gig, to the kitty ER. She hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in 3 days, can’t walk, stopped meowing.
At the vet’s, I signed a “Do Not Resuscitate” form. Now I’m waiting to hear back from her family, who are in China until July 15th and reachable only by e-mail.
Also I might buy some new shoes later. A couple of pairs did not survive the trip to France. So that’s what my day’s looking like.