Another weekend is over. I have accomplished almost nothing and somehow I am ok with that.
Saturday I could hardly move, but Sunday I was able to get up and go out into the world for a sandwich and a drink.
Yay for small triumphs.
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Very good Cordless, small triumphs is all we need. I’m sure you enjoyed your sandwich.
It had bacon on it; I HAD to enjoy it. 😉
Glad to hear Sunday was a better day for you.
Best of all, Sunday night I finished one of my composition projects.
If I feel courageous sometime this week, I’ll post it here. 🙂
Looking forward to hopefully hearing it.
I’ll try to build up the courage to share it.
I always worry about the reactions people will have.
Sweet! ! Little victories are the bomb. I think they are the best kind.
Sometimes they’re the only kind I have! 😮
Spectacular! I probably sound patronizing, but I really do feel like that’s a wonderful thing. I had a similar weekend, honestly. I’m glad you could recognize and savor that sandwich. ^_^
I think I also filled the gas tank, which is another triumph because it involves an uncomfortable amount of walking.
Which reminds me, sooner or later I’m going to have to buy a new pair of shoes because the leg braces are wearing a hole in the side of these. That plus my weird foot-angle.