I've had a hell of a morning already. I hate to whine and I know you hate to hear me so you should leave now as I plan on a whine session.
First thing, I wake at 5:30AM which is a good thing for me considering I'm usually wide eyed at 3:30AM or some ungodly hour. I swing my feet to the floor and bounce up onto my feet. That's when the first indication of a bad day in the making happened. My knee is all squishy feeling. It doesn't want to stay in a perpendicular mode and of course the cane is in the living room draped across the sofa. I hobble to the kitchen, make a pot of coffee and then to the living room to get my walking stick. I think from here on I will call it my walking stick. It just sounds so much younger then the word "cane". Now I'm wondering how they came to be called "cane" anyway?
Were they originally made from stalks of cane? Ok, something to research later.
Now with said walking stick, I make it to the shower. I AM GOING TO GET SHOWERED AND DRESS AND GET OUT OF HERE. That was my plan yesterday and damn it, I'm gonna do it!
I never noticed how many times I walk back and forth through this house to just get dressed. I had to go the back bedroom closet for jeans, the middle bedroom closet for a pullover, and then back to the jean bedroom for underwear. Geeeeesssssssssssssus. I must get more organized if this knee continues to worsen.
Finally dressed and I start looking for my cell phone. Of course I can't find it and I'm blaming it on Carrie. I blame everything on that poor child. Usually I'm not wrong in doing so.
Finally I dial my cell number. I can hear it ringing faintly. I'm pulling sofa cushions off and slinging them everywhere. No phone and it has quit ringing. I dial it again. I'm close; I know I'm close. I ring it again and I'm hoping the battery doesn't run down on it or I'm done for.
I move to the big chair and pull the cushions off it and search the cavities of the chair. I"m still dialing the damn cell and trying to trace the sound. By this time I have sofa and chair cushions all over the living room. I know I'll have to hobble around later and pick this mess up.
I finally decide I need to start moving the furniture now. I get on the end of this 96 inch sofa and start shoving it across the floor. FINALLY! There it is. Victory is mine. I have the cell phone now but I'm too tired to even think about hobbling anywhere else. Staying home today suddenly sounds like a great idea. Now where is the remote for the damn TV?