Day Eleven
Another day, another dollar. Woke up tired and never got my engine started. Of course I got things done , but the weather, the hurt in my joints, general meh shadowed the entire day. The best part of the day was Himself coming home before 1800! In celebration, we got some administration done, threw out old paper, and cooked dinner. How's that for a romantic start to the weekend?
The menu for me today was yummy. Not every day starts with leftover steak- and leftover Brussels sprouts, but that is much better for breakfast to me than say cornflakes, bleh. Lunch was a really big bowl of leftover chicken with coarse chopped winter veg, stir fried with a little coconut milk and some curry sauce. Dinner was pork rollade with beet and apple salad. Poor Himself had to make do with totally mouthwatering sausage and pasta leftovers from yesterday. He was a happy man.
Drank my water, did not walk and move as much as I wanted- my hips just are so sore.
Tomorrow is another day. The rains finally came....
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