First week of farm share goodness prepared for dinner in the form of surprisingly spicy bok choy, second week picked up, split with lovely friends that are too good for me, stocked away for future enjoyment (except a few of the scallions, used those with the bok choy).

Upshot of geriatric blood work and urinalysis is, P. most likely has Cushing's Disease, needs to go in for further testing next Monday, poor panting, peeing pup, hoping they can do something for him.

My own adrenaline levels having returned to their normal high baseline, I am now feeling pretty sad and bereft, P. beginning to sail off into the sunset doesn't help with that, but then I don't really need help with that.