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.