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Up and Moving
I slept 11 hours -- six in bed and then five in the recliner because I didn't want Luke to worry about the shades being shut. I have a minor sprain in my right wrist and the scrape has to be redressed every time I wash my hands. I don't have OCD, but I do that often enough that the dressings are taking some time. I'm not as achy as I thought, although my back is starting to hurt from sitting up. I may take a break and watch New Amsterdam in the recliner.
I had planned to stay home today and tomorrow, but I'm not going to do some of the things I'd planned. If I can't do the chicken prep for the cats by Saturday morning, I'll freeze it and do it next week. Good news -- I got mail back from Social Security where they tell me it's been determined I'm still disabled. And an interesting part of it is the amount you can make and still be disabled -- this year, $960/month -- as long as you don't work more than 80 hours a month. Which means I should think harder about something I can do when I'm 65 and the private disability is gone.
So I expect to be online tomorrow, and maybe with fewer breaks. Shiva was very loving in bed last night -- he knew he was wrong and wanted to convince me he loved me. I got far enough with my BFAC project last night to project that I needed four more tubes of one bead and I ordered that today. I don't know if I'll be able to bead tonight or not. You're supposed to keep moving the joint when you have a sprain, but it might hurt too much.