Sunday, My Day, was as it should have been. It was gentle and undemanding. Her Highness and I got the day off to a truly lovely start, walking in brilliant sunshine through the Elder Cedar grove. Once back home, I had the first of three long Sunday naps.
In the afternoon, I tried to read but failed. Both watching television and reading lead to me falling asleep, but two weeks from today, I get my echocardiogram. Then, ten days later, my two MIBI tests and then I will hear the results. I can hardly wait.
Today, with luck, will be a very productive day of chores. I’ve been slacking off, so I have some serious work to do to make the house sparkle. Sheba has a limp. One of her feet is bothering her and I can’t determine why, so we will be having a quiet day at home today, and our walks will be short.
Did you know? Praying doesn’t work. Unable to sleep through the night, I chose to pray to pass the time, but neither Henry Cavill nor James Norton brought me breakfast in bed this morning.
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