There Are Times
There are times when the stomach may growl. What to put in it . . . hmm. Nothing appeals. Even thinking of all the contents and aisles in a store . . . nada. Dennis and I were determined we would get this figured out. I made sure I had on good shoes and I headed down Stauffer Avenue thinking I needed a fairly good walk to clear my head and work up an appetite.
I walked east far enough to knock on Chuck and Bonnie’s door to bid them a hello. I knew that they were leery of coming to see me in the event I didn’t feel up to a visit. We did indeed have a good visit while I sat on their patio bench and caught my breath before making the return trip home. Yup . . . pushing myself a bit felt wonderful.
When I got home Dennis had cauliflower chunked, two cans of water-packed chicken, Alfredo sauce, pasta measured and a can of green beans for color ready to open. It was a plan. I pitched in and we will be eating a great supper . . . and perhaps a helping for two to pop in the freezer for another time. Meals on Wheels eat your heart out.
Naps during the day are getting slim. I still hit the rocking chair but the eyes now don’t immediately fall shut. I am in bed by nine each evening and do sleep well.
Life is sweet. I can assure you the dust bunnies are not getting the upper hand.