Yesterday I called and left a message for my doctor asking her to refer me to the physical therapist that helped me after my car accident, for my elbows. Did that come out right? I went to them 4 years ago for my back after the accident, but now I want to go for my elbows.

Aren’t you proud of me?

I’m proud of me.

I also exercised for an hour and 50 minutes, spread out over three sessions. And I counted my calories and ate well. And I drank a lot of water. And I went to the store and bought fruit and vegetables to snack on, and to juice.

And I organized my hall closet. (Well, except for the sheets and towels).

And cleared out the cupboard under one of the islands. And did laundry. And put it away. And took out the trashes…

and still managed a social visit in the evening with the kids and my internet shy friend.

I also played my guitar way too long and aggravated my elbow. That’s not so responsible, but I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t played in awhile, to let my arms heal. I thought I’d just play a simple song or two, and I couldn’t put it down. I stayed up with it ’til 1:00 in the morning.

Then I was too tired to get up at 7 and go for a walk, which is something I want to do everyday this summer. So I have to fit it in during the day somehow.

I’m trying to barrel through the house to get it mostly cleaned and organized at the start of the summer, so we can play for the rest of it.

I’m hopeful.