At least I walked

MJ came over at 6:45 on her way to work and we took a nrisk stroll around the neighborhood, then had some papaya and yogurt.  She went on her way and I started laying out framed works of art to go up on the walls.  When I had everything arranged just the way I wanted, I ran into a stone wall, metaphorically speaking.  No way in hell I'm going to be able to hang these one-handed.  Well, crapolla!

So DH has a big project all set out and ready for him, and I have a wad of frustration to work off.  But I did get a good walk, and I've spent many productive hours on the laptop, so things could be much worse.  I AM getting things accomplished, although it's still a bit slow.

Wonder if I can bake cookies one-handed?  I'll have to think about this. I can open eggs one- handed, but can I scrape the bowl?

By the way, the cat bite is clean.  Whew!  I've had blood poisoning twice from cat bites.  Not fun.  And the cat has forgiven me.  I was dishing out cat food at the time, of course.  He's always my best friend when the cat food can is opened.

The old cat is done with her pain meds but she's not getting her car keys back until she takes her antibiotics like a good girl.  It's a rodeo twice a day, and half the time she holds the pill on her tongue till she has fooled us into thinking it was swallowed.  Then she slinks off somewhere shadowy and spits it out.  Then I follow her and poke it back in . . .  It's a war of will and I'm running out of ammunition.