I walked a grand total of two miles yesterday. I wasn't supposed to, but it just worked out that way. I don't have permission to walk or jog yet, but I'll be walking in the next few days. Such is life.
Still narcoleptic after the muscle relaxers and the sciatic nightmare. This is worse than the thyroid problems. Maybe.
Still overjoyed that the poinsettias are slowly turning red. Isn't that pathetic that THAT gets me excited?