Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Licking Our Wounds

Yesterday was just another w*rk day.  I w*rked from 10 to 1, Judy w*rked from 12 to 4.  It was a windy chilly overcast day; today it will be “second verse, same as the first”; that is, a windy chilly overcast day. 

I came home chilled to the bone and when I get chilled to the bone, my joints ache.  So I popped some Advil, climbed into my sweats, retrieved my cuddle blanket, and curled up in my recliner with my thumb in my mouth.  It took the better part of the afternoon to get warmed up again.

Judy had a twinge in her back early in the morning that sent pain shooting up through her body.  When she came home from from w*rk, after standing for four hours, she was hobbling around like, like, well, like a woman in pain.  So she popped some Advil, donned her jammies, grabbed her blankie, and cuddled up in her recliner with her thumb in her mouth. 

Who’s going to feed us?  Katie and Alex just turned and faced the other direction pretending not to notice.  So Judy mustered up enough energy to burn some ham, bake some taters, and steam some broccoli.  I took over the clean up duties after dinnah.  Then we both popped some more Advil, crawled back up into our recliners, and continued to lick our wounds (i.e., nurse our aching bones). 

It was early to bed for us; boy, that heated mattress cover is the best.  We’re feeling much bettah this morning, thanks for asking.  That’s all for now so, Take Care Until Next Time - - - - - -

1 comment:

  1. Achy bones are no fun! Hang in there - summah weekend is almost here!