Sunday's Story

I woke up late on Sunday. I felt like shit. My right leg and right arm hurt and my head hurt bad. I really did a number on myself!

So, I eased into the day. I talked with Jake on the phone. I suppose he called to see if I was dead, since I hadn’t posted the blog entry.

I finally got up the courage to shave and shower. I knew that would start my head bleeding again and it did. But, I put some Neosporin on it and a wide bandage. Then I got dressed and went to the Post Office.

Back home, I left the truck outside. I treated Caley and then went out back. I refilled the squirrel feeder and grabbed some thyme, rosemary and sage for a meatloaf, later. Sorry, Paul Simon, no parsley!

Then I started the weekend wash. There will be three loads today. I called B___ back. I told him my shelf story and he asked what the doctor has said. I said, “What doctor?” Then he yelled at me. He said if I hit myself hard enough on the head to cut the skin, I could also have internal bleeding or a clot.  If I had somebody here to watch me, it would be okay. But living alone, I should have at least went to a Wellness Center or the Emergency room. I told him that never even occurred to me.

I grabbed the router bit I bought last week and went out in the garage to install it. Then I routed out the back of two panels and two support boards. That will allow me to add a back on the cubby/drawer part. It’s not pretty, but it will work.

I pulled the truck ack inside. I got all the laundry done and the bed remade, so I took a nap in the afternoon.

I got in the game camera and checked out the 73 videos. Most of them were birds or squirrels with a couple shots of the rabbit and the possum. Nothing interesting enough to post.

I got up and made my Sunday supper. I made a meatloaf and baked the four remaining russet potatoes. It was pretty good!

I watched some TV but then switched to reading until bedtime.