Four days ’til MC’s surgery, then I’ll start counting down from 45. That’s almost 60 days of in-laws. Ouch. I think I need a hug (and a gallon of brandy)!
The evil left the house about four hours ago and I hope they stay gone. I’m making my lists of what to pack and what needs to be taken care of before we leave the house for ten days. I took a long break from knitting, so I spent some time winding skeins into balls to make them more compact for transport. My tendonitis is completely healed! No more pain in my wrists and arms. I’m hoping to get one more panel done for my blanket while I have nothing better to do besides stare at my drugged husband or out of a hospital window. Keeping my hands busy is a great way to get all of that excess rage out. It’s like masturbation, but uh, less messy and more constructive.
I’m bringing nothing but fantasy fiction with me to read. No medical books, no psychology books, no Shelby Foote Civil War books. Just pure, delightful fantasy. A little less reality is always welcome when shit gets too real.
This afternoon I got a notification through my mobile WordPress app. I’ve got 200 followers! Cool. I suspect most of these are ghosts, in which case they should jump out and say “boo!” every once in a while.
I love my blogger pals. I wrote a really mushy post, presumably while drunk on painkillers, exclaiming how much y’all mean to me, and I appreciate every single darn one of ya’s. Or something like that. People come and go in the virtual world, so it’s nice when some of ’em stick around.
It has been a good day and that makes me a happy girl. I plan to savor it because who knows what tomorrow will bring.