IN WHICH WE PLAN OUR PERFECT DAY...

The kitchen is clean, the bed made, and the laundry is sorted and sploshing. Mister Spinster has departed the cave, and I am left to my own devices until this afternoon.  After my second cup of damn good is dispensed with, I am contemplating a long float in the pool followed by my old lady exercises in the shallow end. Then, I think I will come home and make myself presentable before attempting a healthy dinner.

Or...

I could just head back to the big girl sleigh bed for a long snoozy nap with my face in the sun, followed by a marathon stitchy session and lots of bad TeeVee.

Hmmmmm. 

What is a spinster to do?

I realize that having this choice is a complete luxury, and I am not unsympathetic to the fact that normal people don't get to have these kind of days, but my non-chair time has become so very precious to me. I have been going to the center for six months now, but still haven't quite gitten the hang of it physically just yet, so non-chair days feel like a total vacation.

I had dreams of my Stewey last night. We were in a hot air balloon floating over Chez Spinster and I was very very sad until he said something funny that made me laugh. I don't remember what it was, exactly, but the vision of him waving his little paw at the rooftop as we floated away was somehow comforting..

Oh, how I miss him.

And my little dream home.

Enough of that. There is relaxing and recovering to do today, and I am determined to do it. The sun is shining and the birds are sweetly tweeting...so let's get on to a Happy Thursday!