I wussed out of my Cardiac Rehab exercises this morning. A chronic muscle/ skeletal problem which has nothing to do with my heart rears its ugly head from time to time. This was one of those days. I am not a believer in the "no pain, no gain" philosophy. At my age, if it hurts, I don't move it any more than absolutely necessary.
I will spend the day is less strenuous pursuits, one of which is preparing for my annual Christmas card Stamp-a-Stack that will take place this coming Saturday afternoon. I think I can cut paper and tie ribbon knots without too much physical stress. (You didn't think my having a heart attack would keep me from stamping, did you?)
It's a beautiful Fall day here, with temperatures expected to be in the low 80's. I've opened the back door so the cats can go in and out, an activity they enjoy a great deal. They don't stay out very long at a time, coming back and forth to check on me. Missy has already returned and is currently sitting on my lap, purring her favorite melody.
I now have only two cats. Squeak. my loving 12 year old male, developed non-operable lymphoma earlier this year and quickly wasted away. He died in May, and is buried in one of his favorite spots in my back yard. Missy and Sweetie Pie took his absence fairly well, although they looked for him for several days. They also completely quit eating the canned cat food which they had previously shared with Squeak. As long as he was eating it, they couldn't wolf it down fast enough. The morning after he died, they would have nothing to do with it --- Nada. I had to throw away an entire can of food. I gave the rest of my cat food stash to Gardening Daughter who supports a herd of cats that will eat almost anything. Ah, well. It saves me a little money not having to buy both dry and canned food.
That's about it from this part of the world.
Tomorrow is also a day.