I know, I know. I should have said something by now.

I lifted this morning and can barely hold my tea mug. You should have seen me trying to put the big bag of dog food into the car on the way home! Someday I’ll remember certain errands are a no-no until my poor muscles recover.

The youngest, in all her youthful glory, is 17 today. If you see her say Happy Birthday. She might even give you a cookie.

I’m happy to report a greater clarity in all thinking. I popped a Claritin instead of that bad Zyrtec. Not quite as effective, but I’ll trade the ability to think for a couple of sneezes. I’ve got to say I’ve learned my lesson. No more Zyrtec for me.

More later today. I’ve been working on a couple of things.