friday
Bone spur. I have no idea what it really looks like but this is what it feels like to me. I find it helpful to envision things that are wrong with my body so that I can envision correcting them.
I drive Roswell to work at 7am 3 mornings a week. It is getting very noticeably darker each morning as autumn progresses. It was totally dark today. After I drop him off down at Giant Eagle I take the road that goes up past Rural King and there is a gully, a patch of weeds and bushes and a lawn that I go past. Lots of lights from the parking lot so it's light up there. It is so interesting to me the amount of robins that come out of those weeds when I drive by every morning. Hundreds and hundreds. Just robins. Landing on the lawn briefly and then swooping over the guardrail and across the road in front of me. It's like they are putting on a show just for me. This will be the last day I get to see it. Roswell will be picking up his car tomorrow and my days of driving him to work will be over.
I'm at the stage of putting the squares together for the latest afghan I'm making and I'm still trying to figure out the best way to join them. Trying out different methods, different stitches. Hopefully I'll get that settled today.
I have a PT session at 11 so driving to town a second time today will be happening.