Not that I'm complaining... Well, yeah, I am. But it could definitely be much worse. The diagnosis, though kind of scary sounding, doesn't appear to require anything drastic in treatment. I almost feel like a phony being here. Just passing my time drinking Gatorade, watching a little TV, trolling the net, and missing my babies, but kind of enjoying the general quietude.
I had serious plans last week of getting my {p.h.f.r.} and 7 Quick Takes done on Thursday and Friday - Thursday got away from me, and Friday was the start of this current little adventure. I've now resigned myself to a little non-multi-tasking (really non-tasking altogether) rest time, and the distinct possibility that I will miss out on the last trip to my parents' "cabin" before the sale closes at the end of the month. It's the one place that always really felt like a vacation away.
My guys' cutie patooties, one month pre-Jelly Bean
I raise my jello snack cup to "The Soo" and the St. Mary's River - We will miss you!
No comments:
Post a Comment