March! March! March!

Really fresh produce.

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.

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

Himself:  Worked hard at work and babysitting me.  Went to his regular Monday Night meeting.  Went to sleep over the second half of Antiques Roadshow.

Herself:  Exercise, read, exercise, nap.  What’s with the chicken?  The second week at the Nursing Home, the kitchen served dried chicken, gravy, and mashed potatoes twice a day.  TWICE.

Reading:  The last of the Cadell’s.  Moving on to a mystery or three.  I’m rereading mindless comfort books.

Maybe Misc:  Our laughingstock mayor is still with us, but Kidnapped Hannah is home with her family.  We are all very grateful.

Balance:  Physical comfort.