Woke up to snow on the ground again, I’m not amused, and no it isn’t magical.

Morning all, the title says it all. I’m relaxing a minute before the pain meds kick in. Soon enough I have to get a move on.

I slept like a rock last night, and am in quite a bit of discomfort. Activities over th elast few days mean that my personal gas tank are on E. Even with snow on the ground, my allergies aren’t giving me a break. I’ve got to laugh at this. I have traditional spring time allergies. Yep they are horrible, and it is mold and such from the ground warming up.

I look like I did rounds with Ali, and the greatest boxer of all time ko’d me not so kindly in the 11th round. Yes, I know there aren’t 11 rounds in boxing,go with the bit please. This is allergies, the swollen face, sinuses draining, and eye swollen shut. It’s part and parcel of the world pre-covid days when an allergic reaction was fun.


Tomorrow, I drive to the state I was born in to see my Dr. I have a couple of things they need to take a look at, and I’m having a meal with some family. It may be one of the last times I see them, and you can’t stop father time. My relative is in his late 80’s, and in poor health.

I also plan on getting to the tobacco shop, and afterwards, will be heading back home to Duke and my Husband. It’s not going to be an extravagant trip, just a few hours. The good news, I get to go away for awhile, get a good meal, and see my family.

That’s about it for today. I better yawn, stretch, and get a move on. Take care. -L


Morning hugs

Hey there all. Still a pain week. Hope all is good and kindly in your world.

Am spending most of my days curled up with a book. Lawrence Sanders has caught my imagination with both the Timothy Cone series and the Archy McNally series.

I have also been tiptoeing through a little Heinlein. Take care. Duke is getting all of the snuggles a pupper could want. -L

Running on ‘E’

Good Morning! Hope you are well. Young Master Duke is stretched out to get some rest. My beloved is watching a show. I’m waiting for the batteries to recharge. I’ve noticed lately that I’m just wore out. Last night was another 3 hours sleep night. I woke up feeling like I’d been in a rock tumbler instead of bed for multiple hours. Though this particular rock tumbler seems to be as massive as the cement mixers that Mythbusters used to blow up.

Maybe it feels like I was inside the particular cement mixer that they sent to orbit. Oh well. I’m waiting for certain joints to pop. I’m not exactly in the financial situation to be able to have a massage therapist, a physical therapist and a back cracker on duty 24/7. Heck, back crackers aren’t covered by my insurance. The last one I saw scared the tar out of me. I’d been in an accident. She told another lady in the same accident that I would be in a wheelchair by age 40. I showed her, it was in my middle 40’s. Snort.

So, how does a chubby old lady recharge her batteries? Let’s begin at the beginning. I have a 1 gallon ziplock bag of medications that help my body keep on. Diabetes meds, 3 of them, are important. Then there are blood pressure pills, cholesterol pills and the supplements to reduce inflammation. There’s the supplements to help my brain keep functioning, and lastly the generic midol. The last one, is about the only thing I take for pain.

Now let’s talk about keeping my brain working. Yes, I take magnesium for that, but I also take coffee, and the occasional energy drink. There are days when it is 2 energy drinks. However, I find that I can think better with the energy drinks. My brain is the only thing I have. The coffee is also medicinal. I’m a homicidal wench without it.

Nicotine, helps with the depression. Whatever chemicals that I haven’t had in my brain naturally is replaced by whatever nicotine does. I’m tempted to switch to just patches at this point. It is cheaper than the method I currently use. Tapering off, while living with a smoker would not be choice or freaking easy.

Now, let’s talk about actual recharging of the batteries, so far, I’ve written about maintenance. I don’t do yoga. The poses in yoga are physically impossible. What I do do is stretches. I use my cane to help keep my shoulders from completely locking. I work on it after the midol has a chance to start easing up the pain. Whatever endorphins are released, along with increased range of motion, are a plus.

I wish I could work, I wish I could walk. I wish I could climb trees and go on hikes through my favorite park again. Not going to happen. Heck, I wish I could drive awhile in order to get from point A to point B. However, wishes don’t recharge my batteries. Also, there are no call centers available for me to work at within 60 miles.

So, other methods. I play online games. I listen to music. Okay Rob Zombie is a thing. So is Clanadonia. I nap. When I can, I take a bath. I watch videos on how to do intricate stitch wizardry. All of these recharge the batteries.

However, the A+++ of all of the techniques I use to recharge? Napping with Young Master Duke. Which is where I’m heading right now. Take care my friends. I have a pupper unit who must be snuggled. I will bug you again soonest. -L

I spent a little while cleaning the desk

Morning all, hope you are well. Young Master Duke disapproves of the weather and so do I. We are of the opinion that it should be June.

I usually keep the desk in a case of the Oh crap now whats. However those character defects and assets things are battling in my head. That laziness factor is one of those that I really have to kick in the gonads.

So, last night a friend and I cleaned together. She was at her house, I was at mine. We worked on our own places, and talked. My beloved needed to sleep or something, so we had to cut it short. It was cathartic.

The problem? I now have things put where they live. We are not picture ready, but we are getting there. Woke up in a bit of pain, after a 2 hour nap. So, it’s time to grab some Midol and see if it helps.

Meanwhile, there’s still a blizzard warning. It’s still winter. I want to take Elsa out to the back 40 and hogtie the bitch. Maybe it’s a good thing I am sore. I don’t think I could do a proper hog tie right now.

Take care my friends. Spring is coming. Hugs. -L

I am old.

For 30 years now, I’ve loved 80’s and 90’s country music. I’ve recently taken spotify up on an offer of 3 free months, and holy smokes I’m in heaven. Currently jamming to some Randy Travis. I just heard some Allison Kraus. Life is pretty good on the music front.

Meanwhile, it is still a pain day from heck. These old bones are a flaming like a rocket, and I have shed a few tears today.

Then again, I’m not the only old fart in the house. The Husbeast and I had an arguement the other day about a product that hasn’t been sold in my town in over 20 years. I’d have to drive over 200 miles one way to pick it up.

“But they sold it there when I worked there.”

“Yes Methuselah, and since then things have changed.”

Sighs, I didn’t say the 2nd line, but you know, it was in my head bebopping around somewheres.

Chuckle, have a good one everybody. Huge hugs. -L