Post 368: Limitations.
Wherever can I start with what’s on my mind today. My limitations are so bloody obvious—and so many—it’s no wonder I swoop into despair sometimes.
I wonder what’s to happen to me. Short term, lon...
Post 367: Back ache but oh, the mattress is good.
On a day that was meant to be a rest day after two very busy days, I was seated and happy to watch K-dramas to ease the (self-inflicted) pain in my back. However, I did have the delivery of a mattres...
Post 366: Nasty pyracantha stings and the motorbike’s dead.
Have I actually got stage 4 Prostate cancer with a PSA of 738?
It makes me so pleased that I can have days like this. Another busy day spring-cleaning the garden out the back and bri...
Post 365: I slept for seven hours.
A well-deserved rest after an amazing day with the weeds was just what I needed to feel free and alive.
The TV missed me today because I was most definitely not a lounge lizard. In fact, I felt strong—so str...
Post 364: Not much happened.
Being able to laze about in bed all day and get up for dinner is the domain of the very tired retired.
My thoughts about getting back to work in a month for a couple of hours a day are twin-bladed: my mental health will...
