There seems to be a correlation between the weather getting warmer and Fletcher, one of our cats, getting very needy and wanting to be all up in my business the minute I sit down.
And he doesn't take "no" for an answer.
And he is furry and hot. And I have hot flashes. And this is not a good combination.
|He's no longer cute when|
his furriness and my
hot flashes conflict.
The highlight is always when he waves his butt into my face as he gets comfortable.
I've learned to type while he lies partly on my lap, mostly on my laptop keyboard.
I am nothing if not adaptable.
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I have been a bad, bad girl.
I have not been doing my weight-bearing exercises for the past two months, which are, in turn, supposed to keep me from suffering some of the side effects of the Zoladex and Arimadex that I am taking. And I had been dutifully exercising 4-6 times a week for almost a year by walking, taking Zumba classes and hitting the elliptical machine at the Y.
I'm blaming my daughter, because my usual Y time was when I had to pick her up from track practice or attend a track meet.
OKAY, OKAY, I COULD HAVE GONE AT A DIFFERENT TIME. Don't make me feel any worse about it than I already do.
But the result? In spite of the heavy dose of extra Vitamin D and calcium I take every day to stave off side effects, the lack of weight-bearing exercise has caused my knees and ankles to ache. A lot.
Tomorrow, I am going to the Y.
No, really, I am.
EARLY. Before I can talk myself out of it.
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I hate to say this, but I was just a little bit glad to have him out of the house for a few days. Call it practice for when he leaves for college this fall.
He came home this evening, and he and his sister, while they won't come right out and ADMIT it, are very glad to see each other.
They are half hugging, half wrestling on my bed right now. It's really very sweet.
Of course, it will quickly deteriorate to slapping, pinching and yelling, but until then, I shall sit here and enjoy it.
|They have their moments.|