Friday the Third
KNUJ tells me it is 49 degrees outside. The active Boxelder bugs affirmed that. I have nabbed three of them here in the studio. Ish!
Earlier this week Dennis and I recovered from having water come up from the floor drain twice. Dennis was helping with the mopping of the floor with heavily added Clorox water. It was my time to sit it out for a few moments, I commented that weaker those than us would have a good reason to think of moving to apartment living. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew this event would not deter us from taking care of our forever home. Of course it is daunting and inconvenient. Lots of things in life are.
I knew when I had headed for bed last night, I needed the rest. Since my stroke, when nine o’clock comes in the evening, I begin getting wanky weary. Dennis could set his watch by me heading for my bed. Couple that with activity such as yesterday, rest is mandatory. And . . . with one bathroom visit at 3 a.m., my time to put the feet on the floor the next morning is not before seven to seven thirty. Rest is the easiest way to keep me on track. I wish I could nap during the day as my dad could and Dennis can. When I do check my eyelids for cracks it is the real deal.
This morning when the studio lights were turned on . . . I was in my element just as much as Dennis is in his garages and his patio porch.
I had taken a break from stitching to put out this blog posting. I will go back to pressing what I had stitched until we have the agreed upon supper . . . soup and a half sandwich.
With that I will take my leave. ♥