Thursday, February 05, 2009

The Third Day

I completed knitting my wine coloured cashmere sweater yesterday on my SK830. I have sewn one sleeve head in so far. I took my time and listened to music whilst I did. No point trying to watch tv as I need to concentrate and also to see well, which means not wearing my glasses so I can't see the tv anyway!

Last evening, my neighbours son, Michael, went with me to Tesco as I needed to shop and I knew that today would be out because of snow. The weather men were correct. Michael frequently goes with me to the supermarket if I need to go mid week. He does all the fetching and carrying.He is very helpful and intuitively so. He knows without having to be asked what needs to be done.

This is my third day of not swimming. I hope to be going tomorrow. I have enjoyed the rest although I did not sleep well last night. I am wondering if maybe I need to cut down the number of days that I swim or cut down on the number of laps and keep the days the same. It has certainly occurred to me that maybe it is my getting up at 5.50am and swimming a mile by 8am that is knackering me. I forget that my illness is not just about pain but I have limited energy too. It seems that I have been so intent of doing the swimming that everything else has fallen away because I am just too tired for much else.


Not bad for 62 is he?

Yes, imagine having seven this size hanging on your tits.

View from my bedroom window this morning.





Three of the dogs in action. Strangely, they came in dry.

Below is my car.
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