I’m still under the weather from my other half doing some gardening on his own to help me into an early grave. There he stood with my beautiful uprooted flowers clutched in his burly hands while the weeds stayed mum to escape his grasp. Sadly, I suppose, I didn’t stay mum.
Otherwise, I’ve been battling a flare up of my pinched hip nerve, and trying to be able to sit through my first and second covid shots. To remove ibuprofen from my pain killer list was like removing one of my beloved cats from my home. I’m not doing well these days, and I seem to be crying more than thought possible, sometimes just out of the blue comes a burst of tears.