I had every intention of posting before now. The weekend got away from me/us. Roger felt good and as a result...over did it Saturday. He had a friend here helping him build a shed next to our garage. Eric did all the heavy lifty but Roger did his share. Things that we all take for granted are a big deal for Roger - like standing on a step ladder painting. It takes a lot of core strength...something Roger doesn't have. As a result of over doing it, he was completely pooped, fatigued, worn out Saturday afternoon/evening and most of the day Sunday. My job on Sunday became my standard nagging of "what have you had to eat and drink...and eat and drink MORE". By the end of the night he was feeling better. Its such a pisser. You feel better and want to do more...and when you do more (or rather too much) you feel worse. Where is the justice?
Anyway, its past my bed time (roger just crawled into bed). The days seem to get longer as do the list of to-dos. Laundry is clean...just waiting the magic folding fairy to show up and put it all away. Fortunately, there's always tomorrow.
And tomorrow - or maybe later this week I'll post about a conversation we had about living in the moment and for the moment.
all the best. big hugs, angie & roger
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