Post 70: Fit-full Sleep
It was going so well… I suppose it had to tip back toward frustration eventually.
I’m not sure if I’m worrying because I’ve run out of things to worry about — or if I’m just on the famil...
Post 69: 7 Miles of Smiles
What a great day — from start to finish.
The belated Father’s Day pub meal turned into an unexpected Italian feast after discovering there was no table service at The Anchor on Mondays.
But before the evenin...
Post 68: A quiet Fathers Day
No AFib all day today. That’s a good sign — and I slept like a log for once. Things are looking up.
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I was up early again and fed Mr Vicious as I was the first one awake. That’s ...
Post 67: A Day of Promises, dashed.
Saturday started full of promise — but didn’t quite live up to it.
I slept okay, I think.
Woke up early and crept downstairs to feed Mr Vicious before his usual pre-breakfast opera began. He doesn&rs...
Post 66: Quietly, the Week Ends.
Not much happened today.
Friday was… okay, I suppose — if you don’t count the two-hour episode of AFib that crept in mid-afternoon, just as Big Sis left for home.
It’s my sisters birthday t...
