The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Lord Byron
Today while doing chores I slipped on ice. I landed on a step. The underside of my arm hit on the sharp wooden stair.
I imediately evaluted, my arm maybe factured but not broken. I looked up and said thank you, then continued with heavy chores.
There would be pain later, I was sure of that, especially when I poured peroxide in the wound.
Cats were fed and watered, overflow poop shoveled and taken outside, gen filled with gas and started. Most important, coffee was being made. I haven’t had one for a few days.
Yup I had been too ill. I spent the last few days in bed. Don’t worry I took care of the cats. They were fed and watered twice a day.
Coffee is ready I am going to drink that. Be safe. Oh yea the peroxide thing that wasn’t fun.
