Poor old E called/IMed me several times and I knew she wanted to do SOMETHING... I explained that I couldn't do anything much ("I know," she said sadly.) So I roused myself -- I took E out (first time in months) and we went to Suzann's in Shelton for lunch. We stopped to look at things along the way. At one point she said, "That's Oyster Bay." "How do YOU know?" "I read the sign. (jeez!) " Coming home we were talking about spelling, and I said her writing and spelling had improved a lot since she began her "new life" (her words). I said, "Spell apartment." "a-p-p..." "One 'p'." "Oh, I don't know if it's one 'p' or two 'pees'... A-P-A-R-T-M-E-N-T." I whacked her, "You make me SICK." We laughed. I saw signs... "Spell Westcare Medical Clinic." We howled. "W-E-S-T-C-, etc." "Spell Nail Effex." "N-A-I-..." Spell pedicure... cardboard... now renting. And the kicker. Spell ATM -- we laughed and laughed and were ready to put two pees in her apartment.
My favorite building in Shelton.

E took this shot of Sha reflected in the window.