No News is Good News
I haven't heard from my doc. In fact, I've made an appointment for tomorrow since he hasn't called. My extension of time off depends on him approving it as he had originally opted to have me out until April 7. I'm not healthy enough to go back, in my humble opinion. I feel a touch better energetically today, but toddling out into the yard with the dogs resulted in shortness of breath within fifteen minutes. I still cough if I talk much, but hey, there's naught but the dogs and me here, so it's not that much of an issue.

It's crunchy and blustery here. Sleet blankets the ground. The temperature must have risen a bit since the eves are dripping. Stick around long enough, everything changes.

I could write of my frustrations at being home and with low energy. Why bother.
I could write of the poncho I'm thinking of knitting. But I don't have the ambition to find the knitting book with the pattern. Still, it would occupy me.

I must be feeling somewhat better. The Young and the Restless are starting to annoy me. They were my escape when I would return home after a day's work at the salt mine. Now, not so much. This is a good sign.

I'm off to do the taxes now.