I’m sitting in my tan leather Scandinavian designed recliner, in front of the black hole that is my Tee-Vee. πŸ“Ί. I have recorded my swim distance and time, looked at my Medicare utilization report, thrown out the day’s junk mail.

I swam 2100 meters today, doing a shorter distance just to break up the monotony. J is home, napping, because she is tired. All that remains on the sun care take down is sending the crap back.

Dinner will be a leftover extravaganza. I’m sleepy myself.

Nap time? πŸ˜ͺ? Why not?