I'm hurting everywhere! One of the biggest problems I've found with having a disability is that on your "good" days you tend to overdo it. Does anyone else have that problem? The sun was shining here today, seems like it's been gone a very long time. I woke up feeling great, so I hit the ground running. I severly pruned the forsythia bush from H-E-double hockey stix. Turns out it was 1 main bush and about 20 volunteers all clumped together. I helped repair a section of the fence that the aforementioned bush had knocked down in it's mission to take over the yard. I mucked out Billy's house and scrubbed it and then spread new hay for him. I planted two climbing roses and fashioned large cages around them to keep Billy out of them. I moved Jake's dog house in the hopes that he'll rub his two brain cells together and figure out he's s'pose to use it to get out of the weather. I cleaned house, cooked supper, fed the critters, and just finished my SO's uniforms. AND I stopped what I was doing every 5 minutes, at my SO's request, to climb on the back of the motorcycle to check my new foot pads for the right fit. The last time I climbed on for a fitting, he had to lift my right leg back over the seat for me! My right arm is numb now too. So I'll see y'all in about 3 days, when I'm able to climb out of bed under my own power again (yeah, I wish). Yes, this was a shameless plea for sympathy.