Dodged A Bullet This Time!
I have my monthly physical therapy appointment this morning, and while by now I have grown used to the idea that I pay another human to rub my backside, I still rather dread the appointments because they generally hurt. So I make conditional plans, such as "If I can still move, I'm going to go to the grocery store." Sometimes it works fine, and other times I have to walk around for a bit before I can drive home. Did I mention that I pay money for this? Today I had 3 potential stops lined up, because we need groceries, I want to go to the library, and I realized the final spicy spiral runner's backing was going to take up most of the piece of white cotton I've been using, and there was a distinct possibility that I'd be braving Joanns for some extra fabric. But, see that white up there? I think it's cotton! And, even though I generally try not to do such things before I see the therapist, I'm going to run and grab the stepladder to make sur...