My knee replacement patient watches a movie.
Two fawns frolic in the yard with mama.
I just spent thirty minutes negotiating between Blue Cross and hospital about physical therapy bills. Someone is trying to charge us over $3,000 when we’ve already paid our $6,000 deductible. Shame on them!
We ate Brenda Hardie’s feta-cucumber-olive-lettuce-apple salad for lunch.
I worked this morning. The copier broke.
The patient is doing well. He is in pain sometimes. Sometimes he’s not. He’s not hurting now.
I am slowly pulling onions in the garden. Pull, snap stem, place in colander, wash with hose, wash in sink, dry on deck, store in basement.
On Wednesday my 200 word blogging challenge will end. Hurray! It has been alternatively fun and challenging. It’s sometimes so hard to express yourself in so few words. Other times, it is fascinating to realize how many redundant words hide in sentences.
LouAnn also challenged herself. You can read her assessment of the assignment here.
I now have to cut 25 words from this essay. (You’ll never know which ones got the axe.) The chopped words are weeping now.