A Balmy Sunday
Does it really feel like 30 degrees? It might if the wind would go down.
A dish of chicken parmesan pasta has come out of the freezer for our Sunday supper. Man oh man. I wish I had thirty such dishes to pull out of the rabbit’s hat.
I put in five hours in the studio today. The electric heater felt good on the legs and feet. It was the best investment of the winter. It is three thirty in the afternoon. I can’t say that five hours wore me out. What I can share with you is that my left hand has had me hit the back button more than what the right hand has done for errors in spelling. It is amazing the telltale signs of the stroke. When I had been making all the bias tape strips, one night I had to get up and take a pain pill. It was needed to settle down the muscles in the left shoulder. I had not felt anything at the time I was working my arms. The body sure can let this ole Grammie know who is boss.
Last week we had no trips to Mankato for appointments. This week we have one on Tuesday. I have a grocery list going. I am sorry to shop out of town, but our one local option is outrageous in prices.
I hope everyone has a wonderful week ahead for them. Spring begins tomorrow.