This last week has been a bust. I re-mussed-screwed-up my knees jogging. And there you have it. Bad knees. Arthritis. So I under went under the water only once. Then, there was Annette's aunt who died on Thursday. And I sang at the funeral on Saturday. Yesterday. We are having my brother's birthday at the farm later today. This will be fun. And this next week I will get into the water again. And schedule my PT for my knees. And, perhaps, so some other useful things.
I am going to help Annette get ready for an estate sale that she's been wanting to do the last few months. I will buy a new pair of shoes--black flats, good support. My knees object entirely to heels right now.
I will, I swear, cook some French bread. I will throw some things into the crockpot--good things that I can eat myself. I will sleep well and breathe in and out and be good to people. And to myself.
And I may write. And I may take a long drive. And I may go for a long walk on the entirely flat riverwalk. And I may do an entirely unexpected thing. Of course, I don't know yet what that may be.