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.”
The Doctor.
Adios.
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