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.
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.
Zannah
D-Day still works. Due Date! New rocking chair comes Monday. Still traditional wood. We’ll see.