I like this picture.
I finally figured out how to reply to individual comments on the actual comment. I hope. I will try it next time someone actually comments. 🙂
Having a good day. I am actually getting better over all. I am able to move more, and do more things, even things needing actual muscles. I’ve also lost five pounds. Moving actually works. Who knew? Trying butter coffee to boost metabolism, too. When I first heard about butter coffee, I was not impressed. I mean seriously, butter in your coffee. Ick and ewww. Then I read an article that stated butter in your coffee first thing revs metabolism and keeps energy levels up most of the day. Today is the first time I’ve tried it. Coffee and butter. Nothing else. I usually use light cream, cause it tastes best that way, and I never use sugar. I do not like sweet drinks, thank goodness, cause it means I am not addicted to soda even a little bit.
Anyway…yes I do tend to ramble. I am aware of this, people. So anyway, it actually isn’t unpalatable. After the first sip when I noticed the bitterness of coffee, it was fine. I liked it as much as with the light cream. I’m sure it’s more calories that way, but if it revs my metabolism, which the nurse told me was next to nil, it will balance out. I usually have just one cup a day, too, so not going to overdose on butter. Going to give it a trial. I want to be able to do things. I want to have some semblance of my life back, so I am willing to try things that sound weird if they have a chance of making a difference.
Also, it is a gorgeous, gorgeous day. Perfect balance of heat and humidity. No hot and stickies, always a good thing. I never look forward to hot and stickies. If it could stay like this all summer…well, I wish it would. Really, I do. Hope everyone is having a lovely whatever time of day it is where you are.

Found this picture here:

Trees finally lost their blooms yesterday when it rained, and now I just see green leaves out my windows. They were lovely while they lasted. It was a good year for the flowering pears, in spite of me thinking it wasn’t going to be. Some years are spectacular, some not so much. This was closer to the spectacular side.
Found out this week that my building is not as safe as it used to be, mainly because idiot landlord. I keep looking at the ads, but there is nothing I can afford or will let me keep Gertrude. And moving. I can barely move me, let alone move house. I long for an outside of my own, though. Even a small balcony, where I could just have a chair and some container plants would be fantastic. Fourteen years in this prison box, and counting. Life moves on, and I am still here. Not going to let it beat me though. No I am not. I am nothing if not a determined idiot. 