I trust everyone had a safe Independence Day. Our’s was quiet. Well, on our part. We stayed home and listened to all the hoopla outside. I did go outside and it looked like what I would think and smell a war zone would be like. Our upstairs neighbor lit a box that had 10 fireworks in it. Once the concussion hit my chest, I went inside. I’m glad that holiday is over, but I’m sure there will be the odds and ends booming for the next week.
I’ve realized that hubby and I are practicing to be dead. We spend quite a bit of time sleeping! Mostly due to back and foot pain. Other by lack of motivation. I spend a lot of time in the house as it’s hot and humid outside. It’s pretty depressing staying inside. I’m frustrated that I’m stuck inside as I’m not driving. So I feel like my wings have been clipped and my freedom is gone. Which can be depressing as I used to be an adventurous one that would go wherever I wanted and do whatever I wanted!
I do miss being me!