Good morning. Happy Friday Eve!
The Princess didn’t try to get on the bed last night, which means I didn’t have to put her out at 0-dark-thirty. So far no indications she leaked during the night.
My head feels a little cobweb-y. Mrs. ArGee said her jaw was keeping her from sleeping well so I guess that translated over to me. Hopefully I can think OK today. Although my cow-orkers don’t seem to notice either way so there’s that.
And today was a very average Wordle day.
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I’m sure there’s a global warming explanation for your chilly weather.
Looks like storms on the weekend here. We may have to change our plan to go to the Catawba Riverkeeper fundraiser. We’ll see what things look like on Saturday morning.
Whatta coupla days! WHEW!
Went and did a raft of paperwork, and spent a raft of money on Tuesday. Then went and rented a truck to move several hefty items of furniture, yesterday. Paying for that exertion a little bit, today, though I’m not feeling it as much as I thought I might.
So now Mom’s out of post-acute care and into her new digs at an Assisted Living facility. Ameliorating the ongoing expense of monthly add-on care is her “carrot” for pushing through in therapy to regain her mobility.
She had taken for granted how good she’d had it being able to get on in an Independent Living situation. DON’T ANY OF YOU DO LIKEWISE.
Without getting into the woulda, coulda, shoulda I’ll exhort you all on just this point:
If you are at all unstable on your feet, got get a cane. Get one with a sword hidden inside, if that’s what it takes for you to submit to the calumny of it all. Or get a walker. Get a candy apple red one, and have a flame job painted on it, if that’s what your ego requires. BE PROACTIVE in securing the future of your own independent mobility.
DO SOMETHING — do ANYTHING — other than doing nothing.
Why?
Because the alternatives TOTALLY SUCK!
Because Firsthand Experience is a pitiless and brutal Instructor.
Because otherwise you invite Reality, with its uniquely painful, staccato style of enunciation, to cruelly enumerate to you all the painful specifics of your own hubris, and Reality NEVER passes up that sort of invitation. NEVER.
Y’all my online frens, and I know some of ya better ‘n others of ya, but I want ALL of ya to live as best ya can.
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