Well, Maggie and I, as head-of-house, picked up a few last minute provisions, retrieved mail, and enjoyed our first five mile walk in more than eight months. Thank God we can get out, in our more remote areas. Maggie would’ve walked another five miles, she’s an exuberant little booger. Me, I enjoyed fresh air too, my knee is great. However, I’m SO out of shape. Surgery was easy, it’s the come back, physically, that’s a pain, too slow. I wanted to run a bit, to hurry and get five miles covered. NO. Sometimes I briefly think, D, would you like to sit around and just get fat, forget about the healthy stuff? No, I wouldn’t. If I live to be 100, I prefer to be out and about, healthy.
How are you mentally and physically handling each day?
Our mind is the battlefield.
(George W is nuts tonight. He’s jumped up and down, off our bedside table, at least half a dozen times in ten minutes. He. Must. Stop.)
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