13,560 Days Alive
207 Words Written
2 Loaves of Banana Bread Made
1 Load of Dishes Washed
I’m still in pain. Might be barometric pressure, might be all the stairs and shit I did yesterday.
I got up at seven a.m. On purpose. What purpose, I’m not sure but on purpose.
I was still sore from yesterday but decided to start the day with some yoga stretches in the living room while Bianco was still asleep in their room. It helped a bit, so did a metaphorical fist full of meds: Naproxen, mt Lyrica, Metformin, and my Wellbutrin.
Banana bread was the real winner today. The recipe I found, that I will be fiddling with until happy with it. Maybe some finely chopped pecans next time?
I’m watching my sugar so when I had a second sliver of banana bread with butter, I forwent my celebratory cream soda float. Even though it’s zero sugar soda, the ice cream still has sugar in it.
Anyway, I’m off to crochet.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 