A Quick Day
The day seemed to fly by quickly. I had a PT appointment today. I thought I would graduate today . . . not so. The large hamstring adjacent to my tail that goes into the pelvic bone is a mighty stubborn situation. Time will tell. I am doing as much as I can within my home to keep the tibia running the length of my right leg stretched. If I had better control of my arms, I would be able to get that tennis ball right where it needs to be. I place it . . . I sit on it . . . and it scotches out of place.
If the day would have been any grayer, the street lights would have come on. It sounds as if we may be in for snow tomorrow. Dennis has already stated that no matter how much meowing and crying the cats do in the morning, they are all going to be confined into the patio porch. Good grief! There isn’t an alley cat in the town of St. James that wouldn’t give their whiskers to have such a warm cozy place to live.
I am about to get back into the sewing studio. It has been closed down long enough. Today, I did open a 1,000 piece puzzle on the dining room table. It will be a side-light to putz with.
I will admit it . . . if you tell on me, I will deny it. I don’t like the feeling of not being able to do physically what I want to when I want to do it. Shame on me for not realizing and listening to what my body tells me I am able to. I’ve got to learn this lesson or I am doomed to repeat it . . . over and over and over. I have even asked my Lord and Savior to save me from myself.
Stay safe in the ensuing snow. I must say I have learned, in regard to snow, that I look at it and I do not touch.