It’s really rather exciting when life begins to return.
I was able to call in a prescription in the morning. I even understood what I was doing. I talked with Bobbie and understood her too. When G made bread by hand after his bread machine died, I could smell it. Frankly, it tasted wonderful too. Wonderful is recovery too, as far as I am concerned.
I was able to correlate dinner last night….oh, nothing fancy, and I was able to enjoy eating it. Today I’ll reshelve all my books from the last two weeks. I’m not quitting my over-the-top disease attack tho. Less Tylenol though but still pills, sprays, steam, more and more too as this cold truly knocked me on my ass.
Did I say that?