A usual two-hour afternoon nap turned into three hours yesterday. It left me so hung over that I thought a light in the bathroom was out. It was only my hair covering my eyes. It also turns out that the deadly COVID-19 virus isn’t the only thing that’s spreading. So is my butt.

Who knew that shopping was a good form of exercise?

It’s a good thing my gray kitty took up residence in a bag of one size-up jeans and jogging pants before I could give them away.

Maybe I’ll turn the TV to one of those oldie music stations that’ll make me want to dance my way to the refrigerator. That might also help my anxiety that comes and goes in between almost daily naps.

Those heebie-jeebies hit the other afternoon when, for no reason at all, the Tuxedo cat bit and scratched me. They hurt, and I doctored them before I had to go and cover a school board meeting.

My wrist still hurt when I got home so I put more medicine on it and wrapped it up.

The next morning it still hurt and was red and swollen. I worried I’d end up in the ER the way my husband once did from her bites.

Out of fear and caution I called the doctor’s office and was told I could get a virtual cell phone appointment. Immediately after I left the drive-through pharmacy I felt better.

Paranoia is probably what made me react that way, but it was worth the reassurance.

I’m now on speaking terms with both cats, and am thankful for them, for family, friends, a home with heat and air, water, electricity, food (though it’s not always what I want), and, of course, Dr Pepper (but I’m critically low on it).

I’ve started a morning wakeup routine that’s sometimes in the afternoon due to staying up too late. Rain or shine I open the front blinds, then the front door and look out to see the world. That’s when my shoulders relax, and I thank God for what He has given us, another new day.