Still getting over myself where a little tiny doggie bit me on the nose.
The kind of little tiny dog with razor-sharp teeth.
Earlier that day, a Nurse friend from my own company died on Hospice.
She was my age.
Later that day a family called and requested to not have me as their Nurse.
Said I talked too much... the last time (and only other time) this happened,
the family said I was "arrogant."
I suspect they didn't tell the whole truth, and there's more to the story.
Cuz I barely said 3 words all day.
Maybe they meant I didn't talk enough.
So I took all that energy and cleaned the whole place.
Spring Cleaning. Dusting, vacuum, the whole bit.
Moved my computer to a place where I can stand up.
Pork tenderloin leftovers. With some Bubbies Sauerkraut.
This cooking in advance is great!
Getting things done without have to stop and catch my breath....
Not getting sick from stooping over to clean baseboards....
Not getting half-way through a major project and pooping out....