this, another butchery of the once lovely trees outside my windows:
After the last butchery, two years ago:
And how they looked before the highway department started in on them:
The other thing I woke up to, after decreasing my Predisone 1 mg, Saturday or Sunday, I forget, is all-over pain. I am so over pain. I do not understand why I cannot make my rheumatologist understand what he keeps condemning me to. I lose hope.