Well, no excuses, but I was seriously tired after last week’s heavy cooking schedule and I didn’t recover over the weekend.

Did I tell you I have a former physiotherapist back in my life? I have been slow to restore any suppleness (is that a word?) after my leg injuries and I was reluctant to do much. So I requested some training. When my guide showed up, he was familiar. He had said when we parted that I wouldn’t see him again unless I was in hospital, and I took that to mean that i would probably be on my way OUT. But here he was, a welcome visitor in my home, with a printed page of exercises to help my legs and balance.

I did too much. I am stiff, not great to be along with being sore from cooking aka standing so much last week.

He’s coming again tomorrow morning.

Life is rich.