My Day

Somehow this day has just gotten away from me. By this I mean that I haven’t walked at all—not out doors nor on the treadmill.

I was up during the night so that meant I slept until 9 am. This wasn’t too bad since I don’t start my laundry on Monday until I hear Melanie leave the house at about 8 am. After all, since it is not only her machines I am using but also her hot water, I want to be sure she and Mike have hot water for showers. So, I went up and down two flights of stairs many times putting clothes into the washer and dryer and taking clothes out.

Malcolm was being really cute. While Mike and Melanie were away, they left Malcolm in the house {let out for a pee-and-poo break twice a day by a neighbor} but they left the door under the stairs unlocked so Malcom could come upstairs and visit Fred. Now, every time he hears me go up and down the stairs, he gives this little, “Come on! I know you are going to take me out!” bark and scratches at the door.

About noon, the physical therapist called and said if it was OK with us, she would like to come out this afternoon and see Fred. Well, I fully intended to go out for a walk before she came at 2 pm. But I didn’t, and I can’t tell you what I did instead! I know I made another loaf of bread but since all I do is measure the ingredients and put them into the machine, it wasn’t that that took up the time. She got here about 2:30 and stayed for an hour and a half. She did an evaluation on Fred and got him started on a few simple exercises which she wants him to do four times a day. Then she encouraged him to try the stairs {See previous entry}. By the time she left, it was that time of day when I am out of energy.

I made myself a cuppa tea and had a slice of the newly-baked bread with it. {I added some rosemary and thyme to it this time and it smelled lovely.} So, here I am, totally exhausted and feeling guilty that I haven’t walked. But tomorrow is another day and I will have energy then…

Until later…