A Rainy Day
A rainy day complete with thunder . . . and my bones ache.
It may be an old wives’ tail, but it feels real to me today.
Yes, Dennis was busy yesterday. Last night he paid the piper for it. Quite a bit of discomfort in . . . his whole foot and leg. We got up at four. Dennis with several saltine crackers took a pain pill. I am an ardent believer that meds should not be taken on an empty stomach. A perfect place for an ulcer to begin. The pain subsided and more sleep for Dennis, even if it was in his recliner. Rest is rest.
To take the chill off of the house, I did a pan of scones in the oven. Several loads of laundry . . . even the clothes dryer can add warmth to the air.
I spent some time reading the literature that came with the upgrade of the sewing machine yesterday. Very interesting what can be added to the computer within. I have really enjoyed the machine and it has been the perfect assist in my retirement.
As it has been so miserable outside, even the patio porch can’t make for a comfortable spot. Dennis is prowling the main floor and I don’t blame him one bit. It is very easy for me to recall the days after surgery. Nothing feels right, even if nothing is wrong.
I have backed up both computers, which I do every two weeks. It is time for me to visit the first floor of our home and give Dennis my moral support. Preparing supper also sounds like a good idea. The day is winding down for the good folks on Stauffer Avenue.