It’s true. By some miracle, I survived the night and woke feeling pretty much back to normal. So I guess all you know-it-all (aka caring and compassionate and wise) bloggers and readers were right: I was just overdoing it and wore myself out. I really didn’t think I was overdoing it. It’s hard to judge how much is too much until you actually do too much. The important thing is I have learned my lesson and scaled back a bit. This morning I went for my morning walk with Harvey (you’ve seen him…he’s impossible to say “no” to), and that was the only activity I did today. The hardest part of slowing down my activity is that I’m also trying to lose weight which is very hard to do when I’m not moving much. BUT I have to prioritize healing from surgery over reducing my plush pulchritude, so sacrifices must be made.
Here are some pictures from last weekend when, while out on a joy ride, we stopped at a mini-park and an empty Bank Parking lot to let Harvey stroll a bit:
And here’s a picture of me holding him from this morning. It helps illustrate how small he is when you compare him to the size of my hand:
To recap: I overdid it. I’m OK now. Harvey is both adorable and small.
Tune in tomorrow for the thrilling next chapter: “What I had for breakfast.”
Dum dum dummmmmmmm.
Stay safe all.