I can’t move…
You are lucky I can type for a few minutes, because in 7 minutes, I will be in bed and asleep.
Placed my foot in the stirrup at 7:30 am.
Did luck out and get lunch at home! with zapped leftover lasagna! and a chair…
Walked back in my door at 8:30 pm.
So, I’m signing my own note from the “doctor”.
“Please excuse Carol from blogging too much. She is sore and tired and now fed and showered and she is fading fast.”