I really am determined to do everything I intended to do this weekend but it seems like I have bronchitis and I’m operating REALLY slowly. Hence the blog that hasn’t happened until supper time. I had it planned this morning but I’m slow, then my ex-husband showed up and too me to the grocery store. Everything’s been downhill ever since.
So here is what I had planned this morning. 🙂
I am a happy camper! I am at the cottage. I have my little friend:
I have food in the slow cooker (which I should get to eating):
I had the perfect cup of tea – the first cup from a brand new package.
I had toast, carefully done under the broiler like Dad used to do hot cross buns. Why is toast important? Because for months and months I couldn’t have yeast and now I can again! 😀 It’s progress and it means I’m healing.
Yesterday I got outside a little bit. Short walk since I was breathless really quickly. But I saw my little friend here:
And this pretty:
I wanted to go for a walk on the beach yesterday (and today) but yesterday I got short of breath, as I have all week, and had to come home. Less than halfway home (which was a short block) I was wheezing and couldn’t get it under control. Then the coughing started. And the pain in my chest. I recognize bronchitis when I taste it.
And yet, I am determined to get everything done this weekend.
Peter will be home early this week! For this I am ecstatic! Happiness will explode and work will go swimmingly. Which will produce less whiny blogs and a sharing of fresh, warm banana bread.
Have a good Saturday and Sunday, my friends. I shall see you on Monday. (Mandated day off now.)