It's going to be a scorcher today, for sure. The morning was cool-ish, but now, the sun is up and cooking.
My doggies loaf in patches of shade scattered around the yarn, panting and rooting into the still cool soil. But the cat, she stretches her belly up full length to soak up what she can of the solar warmth. She is moving into her kitty geriatric time, at 13 years, yet, she will run the full length of the house at the sound of a can opener.
I am recovering from a 2-day trip away from home; one day away, and one day back. I don't dislike driving, in fact I rather enjoy driving. I do dislike, however, the way I feel after a day or two of driving. (I gather I'm not unique in that.) So that is how I am today. My butt is a little mushy, and my arms feel like they might float away. My head is pounding with a "should I have another cup of coffee" headache. Chocolate... maybe some chocolate. No, not really.
This is the first, and not the last.
My name is Meg. I have Fibromyalgia. I make soap, really nice soap, and other body stuffs. I knit and I spin. I do these things because sometimes I'm really achy and these are the things that I can do when I'm hurting. I do try to keep cheerful head about me, with help from friends, farmaceuticals and family.
