Who would believe the list of excuses I have ready to spout in case of being asked what I have been doing other than writing up my silly few words of a blog.  Well, believe me, I could start writing about today's activities and finish writing possibly by the end of the week.  I am seriously disabled, and yet I find the energy and time to do enough to write about, from shopping to flopping.  I am really exhausted by the end of my day, for good reason.

The first activity of the day begins with my bath.  My actual bath only starts after I have hand washed and dried our three cats that all weigh in between sixteen and seventeen pounds.  The eldest is Mr. T, at about fourteen years of age, followed by Rambo who is eight years old, and last but not least, the Psychotic Kitten herself, aka Twiz and other nicknames, Twister, who is about five years old.  Be sure the spoiled brats are known to do many things, including the fact that they come running when I whistle or just start to pour my bath.  It takes me a good fifteen minutes per blissfully purring varmit to soak them with suds and then rub and pet them dry.  Each seems to know when their turn is up and the next one takes up position for their bath.  When all three cats are done, I finally get my turn at the really hot bath.

The reason for my daily bath is to straighten my back.  My back is covered by a half inch thick layer of calcium caused by a disease called Anklyosis Spondalitis, that has spread from my spine to my shoulder bones.  It is a very painful condition to have calcium spurs growing out from smooth bone surfaces.  And, it causes me to stoop foreward until I take great efforts to straighten up again.  I don't want a permanent curvature of my spine, so I diligently exercise and straighten my back.  My bath is as much a physiotherapy as it is a daily exercise of my body that lasts from fifteen minutes to an hour or more.

Costume of the day is an easily enough assembled outfit of slacks and top, with a sweater in colder weather.  Lately, our temperature has gone down as cold as minus eighteen degrees Celsius.  The last week has been cold enough to maintain a blanket of snow about two feet thick in our driveway.  I have added a total of three layers of clothing to be able to get outside in this cold weather.  Getting around during shopping is not as easy as I can make it seem to appear.  The main thing is that I do have what I need and I can barely make ends meet on my limited budget.  I do survive.

I spend a whole lot of my time on Super Stupid, my dependable computer with an Asus motherboard.  I call my computer Super Stupid, simply because it can play media files easily, while I being called Stupid, cannot play almost any sort of music.  Together, Super Stupid and I wander around the Internet with abandon, looking and learning, writing and other things.  Most people would be amazed at what I can do, from cleaning up and repairing pictures, to sketching and writing prolifically.  I keep so busy that time ceases to be a concern, whether it is day or night, or even what season it might happen to be outside.  And, being busy is a part of my being content, living in a manner that is productively useful, and in acceptable circumstances that would satisfy most people.