Sore?
Oh yeah.
Every single inch of me is sore.
Once you hit a certain age, making a hard landing on to the pavement is much worse.
Parts of me are this color.
Posted on October 30, 2016, in Misc and tagged Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Home, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
I'm a writer. Writers have an insatiable curiosity. I start my day with the question... what if?
I usually end my day with WTF?
Comments welcome.
I am so sorry for your loss. But I am glad to see you back.
Glad to read your cataract surgery a success! The miracle of science ! I now know that a huge part o
Best of the season to you as well. Stay safe.
Time has gotten quite elastic and unpredictable lately for me too.
Bless you for helping mend her broken spirit.
She's lucky she found you and Lucy.
Loving the pictures! We're getting the same up here. Stay safe.
I know.
You know I'm always here for you. Any time you're lonely, reach out to me.
Any time you're lonely, reach out to me.
Thank you.
You were both missed.
Yay!
Oops. Anyway, thanks for posting her piece.
Alas I wish I had written it, but it was written by Elayne Griffin Baker.
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