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Duchess is diabetic again.
I managed to do one massive chunk of cleaning Friday evening, so now I don't have it to do today. It's amazing how much calmer my Sunday is when a couple of hours of chores are removed.
It's also amazing how much nicer my Sunday is when I do the grocery run Saturday night. Sadly, I learned that that is a TERRIBLE time to shop at my local store. I got a head of lettuce about seven inches in diameter, several zucchini that looked more like pickles, no half-and-half because they were out of it, no 85% dark chocolate because they were out of it, and okay, there were some chicken breasts on sale. What an awful trip. It's so much better-stocked on Sunday morning.
I drank white wine last night (ooooooo bad!! hee) and I slept like a rock. Diphenhydramine is useless by comparison. I'd forgotten what it was like to be not tired.
Four seconds on "tiptoe" (ball of the foot) on the hard porcelain of the shower floor this morning. That's on a Sunday morning, after the most foot-strenuous day of the week. And did you notice I was not only able but willing to go grocery shopping on a Saturday night? Things ARE changing. Whether it's Lyme, or the weird-ass diet (or even a side effect of being down ten pounds), or me somehow magically acclimating to being on my feet all day Saturday, or just random fluctuations, I don't know. But I won't complain.
I managed to do one massive chunk of cleaning Friday evening, so now I don't have it to do today. It's amazing how much calmer my Sunday is when a couple of hours of chores are removed.
It's also amazing how much nicer my Sunday is when I do the grocery run Saturday night. Sadly, I learned that that is a TERRIBLE time to shop at my local store. I got a head of lettuce about seven inches in diameter, several zucchini that looked more like pickles, no half-and-half because they were out of it, no 85% dark chocolate because they were out of it, and okay, there were some chicken breasts on sale. What an awful trip. It's so much better-stocked on Sunday morning.
I drank white wine last night (ooooooo bad!! hee) and I slept like a rock. Diphenhydramine is useless by comparison. I'd forgotten what it was like to be not tired.
Four seconds on "tiptoe" (ball of the foot) on the hard porcelain of the shower floor this morning. That's on a Sunday morning, after the most foot-strenuous day of the week. And did you notice I was not only able but willing to go grocery shopping on a Saturday night? Things ARE changing. Whether it's Lyme, or the weird-ass diet (or even a side effect of being down ten pounds), or me somehow magically acclimating to being on my feet all day Saturday, or just random fluctuations, I don't know. But I won't complain.
