Knock, knock...

... is anyone home?

I'm here.  Just hadn't been feeling that great and ended up in the big white house again for a few days last week after some trouble breathing.   After an oxymoronic "minor" invasive procedure ("It's done hundreds of times a day."  "Well, not to me it's not!"), I'm home and feeling better than I have in months.  I can live with nothing but D5W to eat, but they really need to work on that letting the patient sleep thing.

Some good news was that I'd lost 9 pounds in the month since my last episode.  Yeah, it may be fluid loss, but it's still a loss.  I've been 99% diligent about what I eat, eating only fresh foods prepared by me and splurging with one meal out on paydays.  Not entirely easy when you cook for one, but it has to become a way of life if I want to be around to see those grandkids grow up!

AND!  I have a hunky new workout partner and personal trainer.  He's the antithesis of my preferred tall, dark & handsome, but a cutie nonetheless. Please meet Oscar:

Sorry for the dark pic, but with the flash on you see nothing but green eyes; he blends into everything!  Oscar's a terrier mutt/mix sweetie and comes to me from my daughter-in-law's sister who was here visiting. I was thinking about finding a rescue pup anyhow, so this works out perfectly for me.  He'll be 5 years old next month and is so very mellow and a snuggler.   He's used to being out in a fenced yard whenever he wants, so it's a bit of an adjustment for him since I have an upper level condo, but he's doing great.  We're working on getting him on the P&P schedule that works best for ... ummm... both of us!?  Double treats for him when he makes deposits near  a dog dropping container instead of after our walk is done and nearer my door.

Hopefully back to some quilting this week... it seems like it's been forever.

Take care,
Sheila