Believe it or not, the Wounded Dragon-Lady is actually up moving around!
Believe it or not, the old bat is stumbling around the cave and even over the badlands of the backyard. It’s a spectacularly beautiful morning, and here we are loafing away the balmy morning on the lovely little side porch in the shade of the huge trees on the west side if the Funny Farm.
Come to think of it, though, hold the metaphorical phone….
**** Much later ****
Another not-very metaphorical Day from Hell. Pain followed by frustration followed by pain followed by…so on to infinity. Felt better for a couple hours this morning, but it didn’t last.
Things could be worse, though. One could still be dwelling in Saudi Arabia, on the shore of the Persian Gulf. The Middle East: what a horror show.
My son just showed up. Wandered off to the living room to unwind from a day of work. Me, I’m too sick to get out of bed. or to be anything like decent company.
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Mijito’ showing up after work is awfully nice. I’m in no shape to entertain him, being sick as a dawg just now. Think the aspirin I’ve been gulping for the shoulder pain is not agreeing.
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Sunday
But now another night and half a day have passed. This a.m the pain was much diminished — why, I do not know.
And just now? Crippled again!
Ugh!! Goin’ back to bed…
I’m glad you’re still alive, at least. Did you get the little stairs for Ruby?
LOL! Marginally, anyway. Here we are at the Mayo, upon
M’jito’s bequest. Gawd knows what happens next…
Haven’t ordered those…kinda preoccupied. poor poochie!