We now know at least one ceiling that I’ve reached with my physical therapy. The “Mistresses of Pain” have had me doing an exercise which involved making circles in the air in one direction and then reversing it. Since I don’t have a ball like they do, they’ve had me substitute a roll of toilet paper instead.
End result: All that spinning makes me nauseous.
No more roller coaster rides for me. That or no spinning the TP whenever I’m in the WC.
I like this wee bit of art out in front of our building. I don’t want to know how much the Government paid for it but I still like it and especially when it has the lights on. Call me weird I guess.
So it’s supposed to rain here tomorrow. It should hopefully fill up my rain barrel so it’s full once again. It’s been so dry lately and my yard shows it; not that it’s uncommon for this time of year mind you. I would just prefer my yard stays as green as possible so I can put off the inevitable for as long as possible.
The drive in to work in Lil’ Truck was normal other than it was “bouncy bouncy bouncy” down the road. If I had boobs they would have been bouncing all over the place. It was my brain feeling like it was bouncing all over the place as it was. I need to look to see if the front shock absorbers need replaced. Either that or find a commute mate that would make the bouncing worthwhile.