's Wonderful

A couple days ago I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful.
Yesterday (?) I actually cooked. I made a zuccihini lasagna (AWESOME! Like, really, really good. Eric gave it "best ever" status). It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful. I even did the dishes. Which, strangely, was also wonderful.
Today I watered my sister's garden and her very large backyard (i.e. dragging the sprinkler around), did a few loads of laundry and harvested a few grocery bags of jalepenos, peppers, zucchini, summer squash, etc. It didn't hurt. It didn't wear me out. It was wonderful. The weather was delightful-- 90 degrees, slight breeze, and blue sky. The sun felt so good.
I've been able to care for Jane and Eric and myself and even the house (a little bit). It doesn't hurt. It doesn't wear me out (much). It is wonderful.

I'm pretty excited about this "new" body of mine. I have two more weeks until all restrictions get lifted and then it's full speed ahead! I'm excited to start running again and I'm even going to take a dance class.

's wonderful! 's marvelous!