My PT person was a slave driver - but a sweet one. He had me in therapy twice a week - he wanted three times, but it was too much because I was working and managing school halls in a wheelchair is tiring. I had to ride the big Schwinn Airdyne at home every day for 20 minutes and then I had floor exercises with bands, too. The director of PT had to come out of his office because the others didn't know what to do with me. I 'fired' them anyway because all three said 'never' or 'can't' to me and me feet and ankles weren't allowed to hear that.
Vanogay, this is a wonderful time of year to eat 'the good stuff'. Farm markets are full of it. It make me unhappy when Michigan based supermarkets are full of California produce when ours is so much better just because it's fresh and not picked early to transport. Can't go to my favorite farm market today. I live in a tourist area and the traffic will be backed up for 1 mile where I need to turn left.
The acorn squash was lunch was yummy and filling.