Good evening, folks and critters.
I came home from playing league pool last Thursday and found a juvenile 'possum in my living room! Gracie was having a fit, growling, snarling, and lunging at it. Hoo Boy! Luckily my "grabbers" were handy, so after several attempts, I succeeded in grabbing it and throwing it off the front porch! Guess I need to start locking the doggie door when I leave.
Weather here is still in the 90s but humidity is down somewhat, so not too bad. We keep having lower temps predicted, but Mother Nature keeps changing her mind. She's a woman . . . what else can you expect?
White blood cell count was too low for me to get Chemo for about four weeks. I got it last Monday, so this is my good week. One bad week and one good week.
I'm building nest boxes for my chickens; two started laying a couple or three weeks ago, and the other two are due to start any time now. Mr. Rooster needs an attitude adjustment, so I have to take a stick into the chicken yard with me. I don't have to whack him . . . he understands what the stick can do to him, so doesn't threaten me too much. I point it and he backs off.

I should be finished with the nest boxes tomorrow. Then I can install them in my chicken coop. I'm sure the ladies will be happy to get something decent to lay their eggs in.
See y'all the next time I remember to post. Chemo does zonk me and my mind . . . Cyndi calls it my Chemo Brain.