My wife hurt her foot in our garden on Tuesday, puncturing it with an old rake, and has been out of commission since. And my sciatic nerve (or psychotic nerve) has been aching since last Sunday. We’ve both been to the doctor and are slowly healing. We have two good legs between us. It’s like watching snails race to the bathroom in the morning. If not for the promise of coffee, we probably wouldn’t move at all.
It’s been one wonky week. If that’s not a word, it should be. If I’ve missed any comments, please don’t think I’m ignoring you. It’s all Uncle Google’s fault. (I wonder if that was a Google rake she stepped on… hmmmm.)
Have a great weekend everyone!