May 13, 2015 21:17
David says I should be writing blogs--even though it's hard. I should be writing email, calling, texting. He says I'm awake enough now to know I'm stupid. Well. Not his words, mine. But I guess he's got a point. I'm up against my limits, and it just makes me weepy.
We're going to St. Louis in eight days. Square dance convention. I've got some things lined up to do. If nothing else I'm going to make sure people know I'm alive, right?
And I need to be walking more. I got scared away from it about two weeks ago. Went to go to the store on my own and got about 2 houses down when WHAM I was flat on my face.
I did not go to the store that day.