As evening waned, I told Earl this was the best day so far since we came home from the hospital five weeks ago tomorrow. My cleaning lady came, which always makes me feel good. But on top of that my arm seemed more supple, and my energy did too. I took a nap, but it wasn’t until 4 PM.
Before that, a friend and I mall walked and then went to KFC, because she knows I’m addicted to that chicken recipe. We probably ate all the calories we’d previously walked off, but it was worth it. Now I’m going to sit by the fire (gas, fueled by a switch) and read and smile. Today was definitely a 9.6.
P.S. I was going to write about our menu for Christmas Day, but it can wait until tomorrow. Physical progress trumps food at this point. AB