good intentions

I want to write a fascinating blog this evening but I keep falling asleep.  I think it's due to all the fresh air and exercise earlier today.  I've always wondered if that stuff is good for you.  What exercise you ask.  I walked a block this morning from my parking spot to the new YMCA in the Ash building downtown, so I could have a therapy session.  My insurance company would not pay for my upcoming surgery unless I had at least one therapy session  within the last six months.  It was a positive experience, unless you count the sight of me in some old exercise tights I found tucked away in my dresser drawer.  Not a pretty sight.  I did learn how to corectly do the series of exercises I'm supposed to be doing twice a day from now until forever. I also learned how my walker and cane (hopefully very temporary aids) should be adjusted to be the right height for me and how to walk with them.  So, lessons learned, I'm one step closer to surgery day.