I've been feeling grimy. And now that the nausea is gone, I managed breakfast (buttered biscuit with fig preserves, banana, sm glass of milk, and tea). Sat and read the newspaper, gee, like a normal person on a saturday morning. Enjoyed the SUN beaming through the door. So I decided a shower was in order.

The tub wall is very tall, or so it seemed. So there I was, naked, trying to figure out how to get in and out of the tub, without killing myself. Finally decided to sit on the tub edge, swing my legs around, hope my rubber no-slip mat is secure, and stand up. It worked! And I was out of breath. Who knew that taking a shower would be a work out? I reversed the process to get out of the tub. Hobbled to bed for a rest, and the appointment with the lovely knee machine was in 15 minutes.

Calypso the kitty has apparently decided that even though the back door is open, she'd rather be by me.