I walk out to the kitchen to take my pills, I see the water level in the coffee pot is low so I fill it.

I then remember I forgot to get something out to thaw for dinner so I do that.

Forgetting my pills, I dump and refill the dogs water dishes, see the basket of laundry waiting to go to the basement and take it down. Start the first load going.

I walk into the living room and sit on the couch. Pick up my book and remember that I forgot to take my pills.

I walk out into the kitchen to take my pills and Lucy starts bugging to go out. I take Lucy out and since she had to go, of course Gavin has to…

I go back to the couch, just get comfortable, and I remember I forgot to take my pills again…

Hell, last time I looked it was Tuesday…

Suddenly it is Friday.

I swear I’m going to dig in my heels and make it go much slower next week and then maybe I’ll get something done around here.

Today’s Tee shirt

Whatever will I do?

Yesterday, my internet went down for a while.

Did I panic?

Not one bit. I have books to read.

I refuse to watch TV.

I go on my Facebook page once a day and all flyers hit the recycling bin immediately.

I already know who I am voting for and don’t need an avalanche of paper to sway me because it won’t.

I already know who I am voting for so I don’t need a bunch of mud-slinging commercials to make me decide who I am voting for in all offices open for this election.

I refuse to discuss this election.

Did you ever notice how when you are told to rest it becomes impossible to do?

At least it is for me…

Mom is trying to rest and I’m helping…

My doctor wonders why I laugh whenever he tells me to get a lot of rest.

It’s a man thing. They have no idea why a woman never gets the rest she needs.

Rest he says….yeah, I’ll do that when I win the lottery and can hire an army of maids to clean this house.

Rest he says… I’ll do that when I hit the lottery and can hire a cook.

Rest he says… I’ll do that when I have a doggie door and dog proof fences.

Rest he says… I’ll do that when The Curmudgeon has his own nurse and I no longer have to do it all for him.

And now…I am going to try to get some rest.

Day two medicated…feel worse.

So, I got a shot, antibiotics, and a cough syrup from the doctor today and all I did was go in for my regularly scheduled appointment.

Problem was I’ve had this tickle in my chest for a couple of weeks so naturally I mentioned it to him.

He took a listen to my lungs and said, “Yuck.”

The next thing I knew, one of his nurses gave me a shot and handed me a bottle pills and a bottle of cough syrup.

I go back in a month now.