It is a good sign both occupants of Luckie's 2-bed infirmary are rapidly recovering. Yesterday, I ventured to WalMart where I probably encountered millions of germs and viruses, not already inhabiting this old body.
After 2.5 hours of shopping, mostly "window-shopping," as the store is rapidly filling up with all manner of goodies for Christmas, I was exhausted. At least I can chalk up a few Activity Points (called leisure walking) for Weight Watchers (WW). The store was unusually busy--long checkout lines. There was a special of 60 cents/lb. turkey (name brand) and deep price cuts on plasma panel TVs.
[This a.m. WW weigh-in showed 2.5 lb. weekly loss, leaving only 1 lb. of weight gain caused by too many long trips and two steroid shots. YEAH! YEAH!-a new laptop is in my immediate future.]
Shelly was much better after a day of antibiotics and some cough syrup, so he can sleep. He ventured out to take a few high-water pictures of Bull Shoals Lake. Access ramps, and our access to our boat stall are rapidly being inundated with the umpteenth ascent of water to the flood level.
However, our caregiver, is becoming disenchanted with her job. This morning she barked and grumped when breakfast was over an hour late. Luckie and I share a Foodaholic Anonymous membership of two--don't upset our chow wagon.
Truthfully, I am waking up at 5:09 a.m. which would be 6:09 a.m. under Daylight Saving Time. I should just get up as my body is trained to that celestial timetable, but, no, I turn over and go back to sleep for an hour.
Apparently, Luckie's chow time didn't rotate with the time change!
Photo: Luckie dislikes neck scarves her beautician loves to give her each visit!