Very good?

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Toward the end of the month, I'm trying to get my money, bills, past and coming, ordered.  I checked my accounts.  There was enough to cover one final bill on one final expense.  I will check, again, next month.  But will be letting them go.  They are being terrible about allowing me to check my account.  So... I'll let them lend to someone else.  Weaponized financing will eventually eat the lender.  One way or the other.

As well, I wanted to see how much cash I had.  I order dairy, and the front of the month.  And, put money down to make sure I don't burden those who get it for me.  I have usually been getting a hundred, to keep me on track, to go on or near the first Saturday.

I was sure I had pulled money.  While I put some of that in my other account, I also kept a nice little lot.  Enough to have the dairy bill paid for the month.  And, so it was.  That isn't the fancy thing.  I've been working toward... better finances... for a while.  And so it is.

What did get me, in the good way?  I was able to walk up the steps without great pain, wobbling, or... other such.  Up the stairs.  I wasn't sure I'd be able to do the same going down.  I counted my cash, pulled what was needed, and put the remainder away.

Pleased with myself, I grabbed the dairy bill cash, and walked on down.  Having forgotten about my troubles, past or fears of future.  I... don't know how well it went?  But I didn't even realize I had feared the down part.  It simply didn't hurt.  And I walked down the steps without thinking about it, fearing, anything.  I just... walked down the steps.  I don't even think I did side maneuvers or else.  Just... walked... as if nothing was wrong.

Oh, well, my ankle and knee are still sore, hurt.  But more just on the inside.  They seem to be functioning fairly well.  And I am still tired, from the healing process.  But... we can do that.  Me and the bugs.  You do realize, we are potential more "else"... little bugs... than we are "ourselves", right?  That... had to be a humbling realization, to the first one who took accurate note and account of that.  We really are "we".  Having nothing to do with wearing the clothes of the opposite sex, or such, of course.

But, yes.  It was good to go up the stairs, and down, so... normally.  Tuckered me just a bit.  But not even that much.  And my knee is doing better, if mostly because the goose-egg bump is mostly gone, or well into going.  Swelling is down, in places, mostly.  Good, good.  

I wouldn't try to get out for a walk.  Between the recovery, exhaustion, heart, and else... that would just be pushing things.  But... that I can do the stairs, once or twice a day, without panting, and sideways stilting, I'll take that.  Later.