Thirty-one days, thirty-one posts.
Loafed away the morning. Did some online banking, watched the live broadcast of the Dublin, Ireland St Patrick's Day parade on PBS, and finally put away most of the the Christmas candles, swapping them out for spring-scented ones.
I could have stayed in my pajamas all day (they were green, no danger of being pinched), but then I had a hankering for ice cream. A DQ Blizzard, to be exact.
Nothing like a sweet treat to get me moving! Found a shamrock-patterned pair of Lularoe leggings--which have become my "pants" of choice recovering from the hysterectomy, the waistband reaching Urkle-levels, floating over incisions--and a baggy green sweatshirt. A shower and some light makeup, and I was ready for the five minute drive to our local DQ, son in tow.
It was good to be behind the wheel and out and about for the first time in ten days, even if it was just for a quick drive through the neighborhood. Bonus that we got there for "Happy Hour", and I scored a one dollar corndog along with my Mocha Brownie Blizzard and a Diet Coke.
Not the healthiest recovery meal, I admit! But it sure tasted good, sitting on my front porch, enjoying the weather and my treats.
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