It is cold here.
Sunny and bright and cold.
I am still gimpy. I limp along on errands , eager to be out in the fresh air.
Then my leg starts to hurt, my other legs aches in sympathy and I hobble home to tea and books and the internet.
I ran my errands this morning, "ran" being the operative word .. walked with as little limp as fast as I could.
It is both tiring and becomes painful and discouraging not to mention the sight of it depresses me.
I know that this "little" surgery, done by a plastic surgeon instead of a regular surgeon, will be the one that will have an ugly scar.
The only one of the three, that shows.
I am vain but not so vain that something like this would depress me, but added to the pain and the hobbling and the annoyance .. I am depressed.
The good news is that once I see her tomorrow, the stitches will be out and hopefully I can forget about the thing.
The other news is that there is no news .
Be glad that you are not within phone call distance.
Or that I have enough self- control, not to go on and on whining here.
So Thank you for the notes wishing me well, thank you for the little comments that cheer me up and I will be back soon with something more cheerful.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."