I have had a most satisfying day. I felt good enough to get some stuff done around here, which I did, and then I sat down and watched a movie I've seen more than once but which is worth rewatching just for the dancing scene alone.
I crocheted a little while I was watching the movie which was far more than I could do yesterday when I could only manage to curl up in a fetal position, nested in pillows, dreading the moment when I would have to get up and pee.
One of my favorite parts of the movie is when Joan Cusack, the rejected bride, runs out of a bar, into the middle of a road and yells, "Is everybody gay?"
God love Joan Cusack. I know I do.
So it's been a good day and I'm cooking stuffed peppers and I'm just so grateful to be feeling better, even if I know I'm not all the way well.
My dogs are clean. Tomorrow I'm taking them to the groomer so it was a little bit like cleaning up the house before the maid gets there. Last time I took them to the groomer she spoke to me rather sternly and I'm trying to avoid that happening again.
We shall survive. I know Donna Summer didn't sing that song but it is done in that sort of disco spirit.
For today, we did. Survive. I'm sorry that Donna has gone on. We all will. Might as well dance while we can.