Wonderful in Postcards 4

It’s really rather exciting when life begins to return.
I was able to call in a prescription in the morning. I even understood what I was doing. I talked with Bobbie and understood her too. When G made bread by hand after his bread machine died, I could smell it. Frankly, it tasted wonderful too. Wonderful is recovery too, as far as I am concerned.
I was able to correlate dinner last night….oh, nothing fancy, and I was able to enjoy eating it. Today I’ll reshelve all my books from the last two weeks. I’m not quitting my over-the-top disease attack tho. Less Tylenol though but still pills, sprays, steam, more and more too as this cold truly knocked me on my ass.
Did I say that?

• Himself: The Gym for the second time this morning. Yesterday: Bread, work, lunch, work, meeting….he’s fully back into his life.


• Herself: Had to sleep with my head elevated last night. I will go to work tomorrow. We will see how I am coughing by Thursday whether I go to the pool or not.


• Reading: More Crais.


• Balance: Warmth and reading.