I wrote in my blog then I dozed off after breakfast. After lunch, he let me nap 2 whole hours. Then after dinner, right in the middle of Antiques Roadshow, I fell asleep. He said I wasn’t snoring. Enough.
Though I made it through my exercises, I didn’t get downstairs. Enough.
I took some dramatic action and called the doc. Here I am coughing less because of the blue mucus stuff which I had forgotten existed, using Tylenol ES…as I can’t have the other kinds, have a course of antibiotics, and awoke feeling mucho better already.
Bee called with a smile. Her niece went to Comic Con. “I thought these two people were really cool,” she told Bee. Bee laughed out loud. There were G and I enjoying a Mrs. Fields cookie at Comic Con.
The new walker arrived. I’ll be able to get outside on the sidewalk and march, march, march. If I get pooped, I can sit on the seat, then get to marching again.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: