Well bless ma soul.....
Only got a whooping blooming whooping...FIVE.....
Admittedly a 5 ...point 9.
But I'm calling that my first 5 since surviving the hit put on me, by the VDAC*
A full on day yesterday.
Walking practice & exercise for me, furry nephew in tow.
Local cemetery, our first visit since you know what.
A while looking at nieces car, not starting ..checked all fuses etc battery just waiting on a relay to arrive before sending for Dr mechanic.
All more tortoise then hare, but I got there .
Long walk back in and around cemetery, THEN our handsome boy, scurried past our turning, determinedly heading for doggie park...ok little fella, this is you walk too i thought, despite my legs feeling like I had lead shoes on.
A chat to another doggie owner, furry nephew anointed all the previous wee spots , and left a small offering for the Doggie Gods for forgiveness .
(Had rolled on foxy doo at cemetery

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Which I placed in the designated bin.
A gentle walk home.
A dinner of curry & cauli, with a naughty but very nice naan bread.
Absolutely famished before, but stuffed afterwards.
Only a bit of cheese before walk to stave of a little shaky feeling, so felt the naan excess worked inside my own carb control limits.
So very achey from yesterday, but elated at the scores on the doors.
A touch over 6k steps, way off the prescribed limits or the old me, but mega, mega, mega from the 60 & 600 scoring I was getting post hospital.
Any one wanna join my little sing song today...?
Lyrics
(* Van Drivers Anonymous Collective )