I gathered the trash – basically changed the bag in the kitchen –
and put it at the end of the drive so JP could take it to work.
(Since he doesn't hafta drop WT off, he can sleep “late.”) So now
I'm sitting in Daddy's chair with a cup of coffee, have the paper in
my lap, and listening to channel 936. I've yet to go to the gym this
week. Maybe I can this evening. My back and backside are doing my
favorite thing – peeling. Sucks, though, because it's a place I
can't see/reach too well. * sigh * Oh well.
2 Choc Oatmeal cookies – yummy and fudgy! :)
Took a nap for about an hour. My mood's been OK because my mind's
been occupied.
BBQ thigh, cream corn, 2 big helping peas w/snaps (w/chow chow), 3
pieces cornbread.
Caffeine-free Coke 0 doesn't taste the same, but it's close enough
that I could make the switch.
On the way to the therapist, I thought about texting the uncle –
just a quick “Hey.” Good memories (from the beginning) have
started. Doing my best to push them out and not give them any
emotional attachment. I don't know if he can
will completely die because he's still family. To JP, he's dead –
which is understandable. But for me, family is everything....except
for a few people.
BBQ chicken, cream corn, choc oatmeal cookies,
CF Coke 0, ½ apple fritter. (I adore
COC's! That's why I don't make them often.)
After therapy, I went by my Pdoc's
office and moved my appointment to tomorrow morning. Momma thinks I
should try again for disability. I'll try to remember to ask about
that tomorrow at Pdoc appointment. (2330)
(Originally written 08/13/2013)
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