Twenty-two months today. I know that I won’t always be counting the months, but I will count them as long as I count them. I have had times of ease, and right now is a rougher time. But I’m still breathing, and still moving forward.
I started the level 2 Shoulder Impingement program during my lunch hour. Over the weekend, a soggy Pop Tart partly melted onto my toaster, and I got that gunk cleaned out. I made myself peanut butter and jelly on sourdough for lunch, and pasta with yesterday’s sauce for dinner. I even managed to cook the eggs this morning. Plus I worked. I am doing the things.
I’ve got Ambrose’s tablet up on my music stand where I can use it to practice. I’m feeling a pull to pick up the guitar. My fingers remember some of the chords. My goal for now is just a few minutes a day, to build a habit. During the pandemic, I would practice every morning before work started for about fifteen minutes. It was a good transition at the time.
I cuddled Ambrose’s urn in my lap after dinner and talked to him.
Physically, I’m feeling better today, but I’ve still got a bit of chest congestion. I got the mail today, but a couple packages showed up as delivered after I checked so I’ll have to get them tomorrow. I picked up a couple packages this morning that had been dropped at and in the box. And I watered my new tree while I was out there. I think I see new leaf growth, but I’m concerned about what another heat wave will do to the poor thing.