Whoa! Sounds like a busy morning!
My biggest effort was cleaning The Stig’s house. He complains when it’s messy.
I thought of walking to 7-11 but my legs don’t want to cooperate. The knees are a little achy. I don’t know if it was all the walking I did yesterday, (about two miles) or if it’s just that the arthritis is reminding me of my limitations.
Yesterday, I timed myself, and made it to the PO in 23 minutes. Which is a record. I then had to go another half mile, then backtrack a half mile to Walmart. Then retrace my steps to the bus stop...with a full backpack.
However, two of my neighbors (guys) commented on how well I walked and that it was awesome that someone my age “could walk that far and look so good.” Whatever. ;o]
Life is good. I think. Must be time to clean my own house...LOL!
Bill is cleaning the inside of the Purple Car. He and his friends seem to have made a mess in there.
Ouch!
Twice when I was in the doctor's office he told me, "You aren't twenty anymore."
The second time I said, "I know I am not twenty anymore, I don't care, those cells need to get cracking or else!"
He snickered at me.
Humph!