Zonked
In bed by 10:30 last night and I was out like a light until seven this morning. Yesterday had been such a busy, satisfying day on all counts.
It may have ben cool this morning but me and the three cats were gardening. What a great feeling to have the areas under the Lilacs manicured to now allow the Hosta to let their greenery unfold to their fullest. A few have had their tips buzzed off by Dennis, but I am sure in time to come they will look fitting to be on Stauffer Avenue. It is also easy on the eyes to see a tidy landscape.
PT was at one this afternoon. There is a knob under the left shoulder blade that can make my eyes water when it is pressed upon by trained hands and spikey fingers. My homework is laid out for me before next week’s session.
While I was gone, Dennis made a batch of instant mashed potatoes. The runny soups for supper have about run their course. Our mouths, being in the healing and recovery mode will welcome some scrambled eggs with the potatoes. It’s a good thing we are in this together. Misery sure does love company.
A morning of fresh air should make the pillow welcoming tonight.