In fact, after yesterday's "lost day" (I slept till 10 a.m.), and lay around most of the day, today I felt as well as I have since the surgery. Showered, put on make-up. Aunt Ginny cooked us dinner of veggies and chicken tenders, fresh tomatoes. Had a lovely dozy nap in the recliner. My cough is better this evening; I just got back inside from a stroll around the yard, making pictures, petting Thelma. Paul and I had bacon, tomato sandwich (him), cornbread (me) and I had a Klondike bar. Thankful for the little things.
I'm reading a book about Almina Carnarvon, the "real" lady of Highclere Castle (upon which Downton Abbey is based), Countess of Carnarvon. Very interesting. Their lives were almost militarily orchestrated, even the "downstairs" people. A whole other world...
Sher has been in her new job at the Pentagon for a week (tomorrow), and should be fit as a fiddle from all the walking she does - to the express bus stop, to the building, to her office, to lunch, using stairs instead of escalators or elevators. It is strictly off limits for any photos, so I haven't a clue what she sees. Someday, maybe, I can go visit and she'll sign us up for a tour. We shall see.
Glad from Fredda when she and Sam brought supper June 29. (Sure wish I could wash these windows!)