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It's been two and a half weeks since I've posted and did I miss it? Sorry, but not really. I've been keeping up with my blog reading, and listening to World Without End by Ken Follett ( Damn, he's long winded -- 45 hours of listening!), which I actually enjoyed. Who enjoys a book about 14 th Century lustful relationships and treachery amidst the plague? Apparently- me. I love historical fiction. While I listen, I crochet. I do that somewhat slowly, or else it's just this pattern that seems to be moving along that way. I've had to do some ripping out of rows, so slow isn't necessarily a bad thing. The bulk of this baby blanket is a single crochet, double crochet pattern, and it's pretty. The borders on either end are a little different, and I don't like the color I chose for the ends, but too bad, I am not starting over. As it is, Even after consulting with some experts, we couldn't figure out how to read the directions on how to crochet in the...

I think the reality of my profound physical weakness hit me today. I felt like doing nothing. Not a thing. Unless you count sleep - it is my favorite thing to do, after all. All that talk about doing exercises did me in, I'm afraid. It's probably more like bonafide depression, and not ennui, that I'm feeling, but this will pass. I know better than to just sit around feeling sorry for myself. Everything is taking too much effort today. Slogging through molasses is how I put it once at a student PT clinic a few years ago. That ever-present question that PTs ask their clients, "How are you feeling?" I said that I felt like I was slogging through molasses, and we both started laughing at the silliness of my response. It presented a mental image that was accurate for me on that day. One that needed no explanation. Heck, who wants to bore your PT? Shannon is my PT who will be working with me. I told her my goals were to improve my leg strength and to make sure DH le...