Sunday the 11th
The littlest things. I stood at the kitchen sink after getting out of bed to run a huge glass of water. I believe in hydrating my body after a night of rest. It wakes my organs to begin a new day. I have been doing that ritual for decades. The water comes before coffee.
As I looked out the window to the northeast, the squirrels were having a heyday in the yards and in the trees.
Dennis was already in the patio porch as I looked out the bathroom window to the east. It’s my thing to check out, via windows, what the day may hold.
With a coffee cup of the rich black coffee, I returned to my bedroom porch to check out to the south and west what was going on. I didn’t perch on my cherry red chair until I had a tennis ball on the seat of my chair to perch upon. I awoke with a tight hamstring on the left side. Gosh, I hate that when it happens. The tennis ball puts pressure on the right spot to eventually allow the nerves to relax, hopefully giving relief. Another trick that helps is backing up to the corner of our wooden dining room table, find the tight spot by putting pressure on it and roll over and over on it. That will bring a tear or two.
It had been a long time since the hamstring bucked. I noticed a bit of it yesterday as the pedicure chair was teasing the hamstring. No teasing this morning. Buy the way, the spa date was worth every hamstring twitch.
Dennis has chosen to make an oven meal. He asks questions and I answer them and stay out of the kitchen. It is a real treat. Eating out is not our favorite thing to do. Even after the recent trips to Mankato, we ran the errands and came home. I would say that about every week or so we do Subway. The ingredients are fresh and I can ask for more veggies on my half of the 12″ tuna.
I have a sneaky suspicion that when Dr. Pinke has me come in for the yearly exam, my lenses will need to be adjusted to the stronger. Each year in these last three they have tested okay. I can tell by my reading and stitching. So be it.
With that I take my leave. ♥