Great Temperatures
Temps in the 60s and 70s is so welcoming. I am not sure where one could live to have that for the majority of the time. We are enjoying it when it comes. It could be as if everything is coming up roses.
This morning it felt like my rose had been nipped off as a bud. Highs and lows are not uncommon during recovery. I had not slept well during last night. It’s not about tossing and turning. It is more like lying awake and being very still feeling every twinge in the incision as the healing is going on. That leads to getting caught up in listening to and feeling your heart beat. Was it unusual? Had the AFib returned as it had right after surgery? It was just my night to flitter the hours away.
When Dennis and I poured our coffee cups full at 6:30, it was time to get outside and suck up some of that great air.
It had been some time since we had our toes and feet treated to pedicures. Dennis decided we were due and I sure didn’t argue. We got right in at the Nails Group in Mankato. There is no way I could twist and turn my hands to do the great job that they do on each nail. Some nails become thicker than others. Dennis’ toes need care as much as mine and we walked out of the salon knowing we had done something good for ourselves.
It was a one shop stop that we needed in Mankato and we were home by noon. Much of this day was still ready to enjoy, and enjoy we did.
As I walked the yard, I had to admire the Russian Sage, as I do each day. Who needs roses when I have a bounty of delicate blue blooms on the Russian Sage!