Hello, all.
Well, work's done for the day, It's just past two (1400), here and I'm off home to make myself a lunch of chilli dogs and chips. Not very good for me, true...but taste good, ha-ha.
I'm finally able to wear my good shoes, again. Well, their dual purpose shoes, really. Belive it or not, my black "posh" shoes that I wear for dress, are in reality a pair of western riding shoes...they look a bit like a pair of lace-up oxfords, but have some fancy stitching on them, and sport a low "riding heel." I've worn them to job interviews, my parent's funerals and to the office, but also wore them when I used to take riding lessons, four years ago. You really cannot beat a good pair of shoes, ey? 
It's amazing though, the difference in my bad foot (the one I ripped apart a year ago, and is all misshapen, now) since I bought that pair of boots on Friday--the swelling in my foot is lower now (and the pain lessened somewhat), than it has been in the past year, and I can (more or less) comfortably wear my black dress/riding shoes again, after all this time. It's great! I've been having to go to the office in hikers and trainers, because I couldn't get these shoes on my bad foot. Hoo-ray. 
Anyway, over the weekend I planted my garden--well, as much as a "garden" as one can have, with a balcony that will only fit two people...barely just, at that. But, I planted some fern dill--love dill in a stew-- and lavendar thyme in two small pots, and in my flower pot, I put in some flamenco pansies--ruffled pansies in yellow, pink and lavender.
So, I've got my chair out there, and my blooms--but, wouldn't you know it? The weather turned chilly again, and it's too cold to sit out there, comfortably (on account of the wind blillowing about the eaves). 
Well, I'm off to home. Began chapter one of my as yet untitled new Dr Who short story, so tonight, after my chores are done, I"m off to do chapter two.
Rest of the week will be taken up with trying to arrange better medical benefits, so I can, as my doctor's keep nagging me, "take better care" of myself. With so much of the pressure and stress lifted off of me, now I can finally calm my life down enough to have some semblance of normalcy to it. (I'm still very spooky though, about my status in life, and don't think I'll ever be completely settled and secure ever again--unless I become rich and famous and/or win the lottery, ha-ha.)
Maybe when I'm well again, I can start working more hours or, perhaps find some meaningful volunteer work to do, to make myself feel like a useful human being once more.
I thought it would be hard, making the transition from working full-out, to working half-time or less. But, in retrospect, I realize only now, just how terribly, terribly ill, I was, for the last 6 or 7 months.
I still am, in some ways. Last night, in the middle of the night, I woke to have my heart pounding away like a kettle drum. I'm anxious to be productive again, but I have to constantly remind myself that I'm not 19 any longer. While I've about 2 1/2 years to go, 'till I reach the big 50, I'm still sometimes feeling old, these days. Still, I am better, and that's the big thing, isn't it? Mustn't complain or whine or moan.
A friend is sending me the first episode of Dr Who Series 4, which has me just so chuffed. I'm also getting some old movies I've not seen in ages, and...some music by Kylie, so I can finally hear what she sounds like, and why everyone in Europe is so ga-ga over her. No one here in Glens Falls has ever heard of her...well, no one here in Glens Falls has ever heard of most people popular in the UK..except for the Beatles and a few othter really big name bands, and maybe a few big film stars and Monty Pythong stars...but pretty much, the average joes around here are oblivious as to what's what in Europe. If a UK celeb ever wanted to find a place to holiday, where he or she (mostly) would go unoticed...Glens Falls would be the perfect spot, ha-ha...well, as long as he or she stays away from the big tourist areas.
So, I'm off. Have a good afternoon/evening. Cheers, Nancy G.
