Misty morning

We awoke to grey skies this morning, but we of the Blauer household don’t really care. It’s magnificent scenery, no matter the weather. Our friend Rosanne was rather disappointed though; the skies opened up and claps of thunder rumbled the earth beneath us on the day she chose to spend with us up north. We hope she uses her rain check soon.

Gilly was in good spirits this morning as he awaited his friends’ arrival from Montreal. He completed ball exercises and weights, then fell into a bit of a slump. He perked back up at around 4:30, and has taken two short walks with me and Liylah (of course) since.

His new complaint of the day is that he claims to have trouble breathing. I cannot get a clear picture of what he means, but it does not bother him when he walks or exerts himself. I’m guessing it is due to the intense humidity or to anxiety. I remember having trouble taking a deep breath a few years back. The doctor tested my heart and lungs, and then asked when it does NOT bother me. I reported that I felt best when snow shoveling. He diagnosed my breathing problem as ‘anxiety.’ Gilly’s problem does not appear acute and he is not out of breath in any outwardly apparent way, so I’ll keep an eye on this symptom and track the progression if it persists.

Gilly asked me to add that he’s sorry that he did visit enough with Rosanne. He said, “I was a just a little bit too zonked to spend more time with Rosanne.”