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What a shock!
Really.
I woke up before 7 to book rides for John and me for tomorrow. Then I crawled back into bed, but John telephoned me from the living room (hee). I mentioned wanting to go grocery shopping, so he said he'd accompany me. Okay, no more nap. After a quickie (well, at least for me) shower, we both got out the door. Because he was with me, we jaywalked across to the bank machine.
I got some lovely stuff at the supermarket. Milk, 'nanas, praline ice cream (to go with the brownies), more peaches, sliced turkey breast, mayo, cheddar cheese, avocados, and three kinds of granola bars (on sale). We also stopped at the discount store where I got paper towel and energy efficient (equiv. 100W) light bulbs at an excellent price.
So ... I now have lots of light in the bedroom, even if there's an alien tinge to it. I'm sure it'll be a titch easier to read in the evenings, even though my eye seems to tire quite quickly.
I had some lovely food when we got back (after only a 'nana for brekkie). I tried out the turkey and cheese on a bagel with the mayo. And dinner was just a tomato and avocado. Oh, but I'm forgetting about the dish of ice cream with broken brownies. John complained that I hadn't offered him any, and I explained that I wasn't proud of my baking effort, but I gave him a wee taste.
We ended up having one of our massive discussions in the evening. He suggested bringing out my Hypnotiq (which has been sitting on the dining table since August 4th). We sat on the balcony for a couple of hours with four candles and just enjoyed the evening and moonlight. Mind you, he put his hands on his hips (theoretically) and said I have to get moving on many different fronts regarding my various claims. And, as there is ample proof that both my foot and hands are making it virtually impossible to be mobile without auxiliary methods, he wants me to apply for a scooter NOW ... even if we have to suspend it from the ceiling. Okay, I think I'm on board.
Anyway, I have my water to drink, my inadequate pain killers to take and then it's off to bed for me. Because tomorrow we're going to the Ex for the cat show. And ... and ... ::squeeeeeees:: real LIVE piggies!!!!!
Really.
I woke up before 7 to book rides for John and me for tomorrow. Then I crawled back into bed, but John telephoned me from the living room (hee). I mentioned wanting to go grocery shopping, so he said he'd accompany me. Okay, no more nap. After a quickie (well, at least for me) shower, we both got out the door. Because he was with me, we jaywalked across to the bank machine.
I got some lovely stuff at the supermarket. Milk, 'nanas, praline ice cream (to go with the brownies), more peaches, sliced turkey breast, mayo, cheddar cheese, avocados, and three kinds of granola bars (on sale). We also stopped at the discount store where I got paper towel and energy efficient (equiv. 100W) light bulbs at an excellent price.
So ... I now have lots of light in the bedroom, even if there's an alien tinge to it. I'm sure it'll be a titch easier to read in the evenings, even though my eye seems to tire quite quickly.
I had some lovely food when we got back (after only a 'nana for brekkie). I tried out the turkey and cheese on a bagel with the mayo. And dinner was just a tomato and avocado. Oh, but I'm forgetting about the dish of ice cream with broken brownies. John complained that I hadn't offered him any, and I explained that I wasn't proud of my baking effort, but I gave him a wee taste.
We ended up having one of our massive discussions in the evening. He suggested bringing out my Hypnotiq (which has been sitting on the dining table since August 4th). We sat on the balcony for a couple of hours with four candles and just enjoyed the evening and moonlight. Mind you, he put his hands on his hips (theoretically) and said I have to get moving on many different fronts regarding my various claims. And, as there is ample proof that both my foot and hands are making it virtually impossible to be mobile without auxiliary methods, he wants me to apply for a scooter NOW ... even if we have to suspend it from the ceiling. Okay, I think I'm on board.
Anyway, I have my water to drink, my inadequate pain killers to take and then it's off to bed for me. Because tomorrow we're going to the Ex for the cat show. And ... and ... ::squeeeeeees:: real LIVE piggies!!!!!
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