Ping-pong

Wednesday’s thought: I feel like a whale.  A whale who never wants to leave the house because it’s too hard.  I walked to the mailbox and back and regretted it.  It takes me an hour to get up the stairs.  I think I’ll just sit down.

Thursday’s thought: I got six hours of sleep IN A ROW.  I feel great!  Let’s go for a walk!  Oh, look, the sun is shining!  Have a chat with the neighbor!  What a cute dog!

Oh, that reminds me.  I dreamed about the dogs last night for the first time in a while.  I woke up actually still able to feel the sensation of scratching behind Roxy’s ear.  It’s sad (I miss them SO much) and not sad because I kind of got to visit them.

Friday morning: Middle ground.  Six hours of sleep probably happened, but NOT in a row.  Moving around isn’t as easy today as yesterday, but it’s possible (and easier once I’m upright).  I went for a walk and it’s a beautiful morning, but today lacks yesterday’s exclamation points.

Tomorrow is D-Day.  Supposed to be.  I’m not counting on it.

2 Comments

  1. momma betty

    Not D-Day. B-Day. Glad you’re getting more sleep. Are you able to try and finish up some of your work projects? Did you ever find a rocking chair you like? My favorite chair of all time was a smaller size recliner, brown faux leather, that we bought for the family room in Shelbyville. Not only did it recline (which I rarely did), but it rocked and swiveled and it was just my size. Not the most attractive chair in the world though.

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