Lazy (?) Sunday

I have enjoyed my time off. Tomorrow I go back to work. (My full time job is to be a patient and concentrate on getting well. I am trying to be a good patient and no {or very little} whining!) 

This morning it came to me. I understood the consequences of not keeping the port clean and dry. If I don't, I will have to have it removed to clear the infection and another one put in. Pain in the butt.

That makes this thing my arch nemesis.

"Argh! Showering is hard," she said in a whiney voice.  Sometimes I annoy myself! 

"Suck it up, princess!" I answered to myself.

So, I will do my best to keep this one as long as I can. When they put it in, they said it will be with me a very long time. Very? Like a year? Maybe....

Today was made for tying up loose ends: laundry, dishes, paint nails, finish the last two pillows, put my crafts away, etc. I'm trying to get my feet under me and in a good position to be gone everyday from about 6:30 am till 5 pm. I am NOT a morning person, so there might be a little whining. After a few days, though, I will get used to it. I reserve the right whine on my blog. Once I vent, it's out of my system and I move on.

Now is not the time to start new projects.  Oops.

But I can't stop! Wouldn't felt paw prints be cute? Or a Sheltie? 

Can you say lack of focus? It was just a momentary set back.

But now everything is put away and the diningroom is ready for meals.

I have packed for tomorrow and gotten the house in some sort of order. I am a little tired and my feet hurt. I have done a lot, but not gotten everything done. Urgh.

For me, base coat only. But these two got pawdicures. No more "swamp feet" as Aunt Cathy calls it.

We had visitors today. Linda stopped by on her way to see Don. This time he has been in the hospital 3 weeks, and 3 weeks more expected. Maybe more. The infection is in his bones and he needs to be in the infectious ward under strict care. My oh my. I wish there was something we could do to help.

Glenda stopped by today too. She brought her church bulletin.  The dogs got homemade treats and we did too. The dogs have some left. That's all I am saying. 

Look! I made the list! Thanks, I am sure, to Glenda, Jill, and Libby! (I am sure there are others.)

Then Dexter got to play with an 8 pound, 10 year old chihuahua. Precious cute girl named ChiChi. AnnieBug, of course, almost died. ChiChi almost KILLED a her! (Not really...) sorry, no photos.

Last load of laundry just finished. If I go to sleep now, I will have 7.5 hours of sleep. But one more outing before bed.