I am apparently in a fibro flare. I had stopped having symptoms and almost figured I didn’t even really ever actually have firbo asshole in the first place. But this is how it goes. And I am flaring. And my right hip and all the hippy sons and daughters within it hate me utterly. I cannot sit for very long. At least not in my formerly awesomely comfortably divinely paternal in its hugging technique recliner. I am able to sit a while on my orange pillow and use my desk, but not for long. I can also sit at the dining table for a while. I can do these things if I am medicated. So today I kept moving. A lot of which involved shopping. Which made me feel fat, made my feet hurt, made my back hurt, but made my hip stop hurting. The good thing is I got an orangeish purse and a yellow purse. I suppose I should say bag as this is the fashion now. And the yellow bag is a Coach. Which is both embarrassing and delightful. And as any fashionista knows, nobody pays full price for bags. A wild stupid wild sale at Dillard’s. The sign on the counter said ONLY SIX ON SALE BAGS PER CUSTOMER. Yes. That kind of sale.
In spite of this flare I know that I am much better overall and will continue to keep the house clean and will cook and cook and cook. I purchased the fabulous Test Kitchen Cooking for Two. Our fab 3 in 1 cooker will be here Sunday. We have a guest coming Tuesday night. I purchased the Test Kitchen School Cookbook. I do not know why I am suddenly interested in cooking. But I am. I used to cook. A LOT. And entertain a lot. I want to cook for people, instead of going out to eat with people. At this point I have no desire to host large parties, but I feel certain that I will.
I have taken photos of the interior of my house. I love my house. This is what you realize when you take photos of your house. That your house is cool and so are you. Dale and I have a very comfortable old house. Homey. I will keep this house clean.
This is about all the typing I can stand at the moment. So I will go now. And do something useful that may involve standing up.
Or lying down.
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