Nothing Much

Putting my feet up is dangerous.  Monday night I woke up at 12:30.  Hadn’t taken my pills or done any bedtime routine.  It took me a couple of days to get back on schedule.

Lory took me shopping since I was dragging my feet.  The list was getting very long.  Even stocked up on dog food.

But when I open the refrigerator the only thing that sounds good is a popsicle.  Bad Kat.

Today I watched the four murdered diplomats come home.  I cried a lot.  So pointless.

Then I switched to the History channel and watched shows about bigfoot and the Loch Ness monster.  I can only tolerate so much political talk.

I went to the barn for a few minutes today to return my key.  I didn’t stay long as I took the dogs with me and I wasn’t sure I could control Rascal so I didn’t let them out of the car.

Then I stopped to get gas and the pump wasn’t working so I came home.  It was spitting rain and windy and I didn’t feel like waiting for them to fix the pump.

I have a PET scan on Monday morning and the gas tank is just below half so I’m good. 

I put more moth balls under the deck.  Rascal managed to spook a young rabbit to run out from under the deck and head for the fence.  It got away but it encouraged her so much I had to drag her inside.  She is the great hunter. 

My fingers are getting numb now just like my feet did a couple years ago.  It took me a while to decide it wasn’t the keyboard, it’s me. 

Whine whine whine. 

later….