With Grumpy’s stopping power in the dubious range, I went to the gym at dawn with G. I managed to get a lane to walk in all by myself. Inside, where I could see him, G marched on the treadmill. This is all very good stuff.
I came home to read blogs and work to expand the essay about the Cuisinart. Of course, I nodded off over the essay….but it got done. I did some house stuff while he went to work and started the laundry. Lunch downstairs over a DE Stevenson, then I drove down the hill to see if our local mechanic could fix Grumpy’s brakes and look at the trannie (which hasn’t shifted right since the fancy mechanic at the dealer replaced everything in the clutch.) He’d take it right away. Nothing faded on the drive down, and Les said it was the master cylinder.
I dozed again over my book. This is not good. An easy dinner and more book with the TV on while G was gone. I have upcoming appointments with my GP and will discuss this dozing off phenomenon. I’m getting little done if I am asleep.
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