The Cowboy is making downtown unsafe, or so he may be, but I think he is just sitting on the outdoor patio of his favorite cafe having a good glass of beer and watching the world walk by. It's his favorite pastime at the end of the afternoon and only the thought of dinner makes him point the bike in the direction of the apartment again. We usually eat dinner late, so I never have to rush, and we never eat anything complicated, so I am done quickly. Tonight we are eating pasta with asparagus and a baguette, although the baguette may be a bit stale by now. We may be able to hit each other over the head with it if we feel so inclined.
The weather was lovely today after we had a night of rain and thunder. It didn't get too hot outside and I have managed to keep it cool inside the apartment. Tyke has been able to do more than just lie in front of the fan and keep himself from being overheated anyway. Gandhi is smart and sleeps in the guest room where it is always much cooler, but of course, Tyke wants to stick close to us.
I saw the manual therapist this morning and he manhandled my back quite good and it hurt. But when I got home, I immediately took a painkiller and anti-inflammatory medicine and have felt pretty good since then. I am going to run out of them, of course, and not get any new pills from my GP and then we will have to really try to figure out what is the matter with my back. I have two more sessions of physiotherapy left that are covered by my insurance and after that I would have to pay for them myself. Being the less financially comfortable person that I am, I don't think I will do that.
I have been instructed not to do any bending or lifting and to be careful and I am really trying to remember that, but it is tough because I am so used to taking care of everything. I automatically start to do all sorts of things and take the pain for granted. The Cowboy now has started to reprimand me when he catches me doing that.
The Exfactor comes by every once in a while and I can't believe what two different people he and the Cowboy are. They are as opposite as black and white in all ways and really represent two totally different sides of me. I prefer one to the other, but can live without either one. I disagree with both of them on lots of issues. I think men are strange creatures and nothing much more than big boys emotionally. It is amazing what they will do to please a woman. I always hope to see them grow out of that behavior, but it runs deep.
I have gotten so used to sitting in my easy chair with the iPad, that sitting at the computer table is hurting my back, so I have to cease writing this immediately. At least I have gotten you up to date a bit.