A definite pattern is emerging, this one day on, one day off thing. I haven't decided whether to go with it or try to overcome it, but it's there. After that day of waiting for he who never came, I got so much done yesterday, stuff that has been hanging fire for ages. True, I move at a snail's pace, but I did keep moving. I'd like to keep the momentum going, but the creaks and groans getting out of bed tell me this is going to be a do-nothing day. Ah well, Scarlett, tomorrow is another day.
Yesterday was also Visitors' Day. Florence came with a very welcome shopping delivery and had time to sit and chat for a bit. I so enjoy her company. Chuck also stopped by later on. He is kind enough to take my trash down to the big road, and he likes to talk. He's a man with a vast history of world-wide experiences to share.
Michael provided a reason to take breaks throughout the day. He does this mind-meld thing, sitting directly in front of me and staring intently into my eyes until I get the message. "You. Will. Take. Me. Outside. Now." For a nonverbal dog, he makes himself very clear. On these recent chilly days, sometimes all he wants is to lie in a patch of sunlight. I'm okay with that.
I think today will be a sit-and-plan day. That's the pattern.
Stay safe. Be well.
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