To Bed Or Not To Bed!

Yesterday after walking six miles I did paperwork all morning while Lisa and Matt helped Tony outside. After lunch Tone and I went to Kerrville because I needed to open up my business checking account for my publishing business and we had to also go by Hoegemeyer's Animal Clinic to pick up Laz and to get some more arthritis pills for old Thunder.

At two-thirty I happily walked out of the bank wearing a big smile on my face and got into Buttermilk. "It's official, Tone! I am the sole-proprietor of Undepressable Press and I should get my checks within a week!"

"That's great, Nance," Tony said. "I am so proud of you..."

"The people in there are really nice and they had country western music playing," I said as Buttermilk took us to Hoegemeyers.

Around five-thirty Kinky called. He wanted to know if I wanted to go for a walk with him. I told him that I would since Tone was fixin' go to Medina to watch our eleven-year-old nephew Zachary play baseball. Ten minutes later Kinky, Frank and I were climbing a steep hill as the dogs barked with delight and raced around us. Forty minutes later after a fun hike we were back at the Lodge helping Kinky carry out  his many plants which is a major task because he has so many.

Last night I was tired and went to bed early and I really regret it, because this morning when I woke up at six o'clock my neck behind my jaw was all swelled up and pink but it wasn't sore or itchy. When I looked into the mirror I looked like a white-haried Frankenstein without the bolt.

When I showed it to Tony he said it was probably a spider bite so I took a Benadryl and a baby Aspirin. Then T. took off for Medina to drink coffee with the old timers while I did my morning chores, while cussing at the full moon because I have never had anything like this happen before.

After breakfast I walked six miles with Leslie and then I hit the shower and it is a good thing that I did because that is when I discovered that "the spider from you-know-where" had attacked my left foot, too. The top of my foot and ankle were a pretty shade of pink and swollen up and looked like I had sprained my ankle! But like my swollen neck it did not itch or hurt so I swallowed another Benadryl.

By eleven o'clock this morning the swelling in my neck had nearly gone away, but my foot is still swollen as I type this tonight at eight twenty-four. It appears that something bit my foot in several places and I just told T. that I am going to spray Off on me before going to bed or not to bed.

P.S. This morning Mari sent me this cool animated cat card by Jacquie Lawson and I loved it.

Y'all have a great evening!