Just got back from my morning walkie.
I was promised cool weather and thunderstorms for today. The forecast still says afternoon t-storms, but right now it’s looking like sunny and warm. Had a lovely walkie but I’m trying to take it easier because I’ve been fraying the end of my stump lately. Still waiting for those callouses I was promised…47 years ago.
The “get Joel’s wind back after he sat around all winter” project is coming along nicely, but I need to find something useful to do. I’ve been having this recurring anxiety dream in which I’m a cubicle dweller in some business – and I don’t even know what the business does – and I’m desperately trying not to draw my bosses’ attention to the fact that I’m not doing anything. It’s not a pleasant way to wake up in the morning.