I feel like shit this morning. I know it's 1pm, and I've actually been up for 3 hours, but it still feels like morning to me.
I've come to hate and dread the exercises I have to do at home for physical therapy. They've gotten more serious now, and hurt, and make me sore. Of course, there's always the possibility that I'm doing them wrong, too. I see the guy tomorrow, I have a couple of questions to ask him.
In the mean time, today's getting off to a slow start. All the usual fun stuff. Give the dogs pills, feed the birds, scoop the cat box. Get Thomas (son #2) out of be and remind him to feed dogs and cats. Check for email, delete spam. Wonder if my son Mat (who's been in town all weekend) is going to bother to drop by before they leave town today. Of course, he won't see his daddy, who is in a cave today, just like yesterday.
I did talk to my mother briefly. She called and woke me up to complain about her joints and her doctor. We're really a matched pair, except I like my doctor. And I'm a little less of a pessimist about most things.
Blah blah blah.
I've come to hate and dread the exercises I have to do at home for physical therapy. They've gotten more serious now, and hurt, and make me sore. Of course, there's always the possibility that I'm doing them wrong, too. I see the guy tomorrow, I have a couple of questions to ask him.
In the mean time, today's getting off to a slow start. All the usual fun stuff. Give the dogs pills, feed the birds, scoop the cat box. Get Thomas (son #2) out of be and remind him to feed dogs and cats. Check for email, delete spam. Wonder if my son Mat (who's been in town all weekend) is going to bother to drop by before they leave town today. Of course, he won't see his daddy, who is in a cave today, just like yesterday.
I did talk to my mother briefly. She called and woke me up to complain about her joints and her doctor. We're really a matched pair, except I like my doctor. And I'm a little less of a pessimist about most things.
Blah blah blah.