The faucet stopped working and I fixed it, slowly, and with much moaning and sighs.
On Tuesday my hip/leg situation was worse again. Muriel came over for dinner and showed me some aligning tricks. I went to Physical Therapy on Wednesday where the therapist said I was doing the exercises ‘perfectly’ and I should just be careful not to push it. Now I’m thinking I need a new chair.
And then in the distance from my back door the neighborhood cat was checking out Olivia’s plants…
…enjoying a snack.
