Less than a week ago, it was nearly 70 degrees out.  Today it is 25.  Twenty-five degrees.  Ice is out there.  It was just summery weather and now ice.  Freezing am I.  Weather is getting weirder and weirder.  At least we are not having tornadoes and floods and all, like some of the planet.  But is is cold.  You need to work up to cold.  This is like suddenly having a 25 degree day in the middle of summer.

I’m watching Martha make smashed potatoes.  They look really good.  Think she’ll come and cook some for me?  No, I didn’t either.  How cool would it be for someone like me, who has difficulty with cooking and managing food, to have someone who cooked for you.  You have to be rich for that, and I am definitely not rich.

I have to wait til next week to make sure the cortisone shot did not work for my knee.  If not, MRI and referral.  Meanwhile, hobbling around when I am forced to, otherwise it’s me and the couch.  Boring.  I try to keep my spirits up, but sometimes it is difficult.  I always say I was born with the ‘happy’ gene, and it’s a good thing, because otherwise, I would be in the depths of despair a lot of the time.  Fortunately, I think a lot of things are funny, and that helps.  Laughing is good.