And then I really blew it this morning. I always get up at 4:15 to take meds, get a drink and go back to sleep. Somehow this morning I knocked over a pie plate that was on my table. It smashed into a bunch of tiny pieces, some of which landed on my foot and gave me two somewhat nasty cuts. So I spent 15 minutes cleaning up broken glass, then cleaning up my foot, and I'm stuck wearing sneakers for several days because I can't wear my usual shoes because they'll rub on my cuts. I'm very, very fortunate I didn't have to go get stitches at that time of morning.
So I feel somewhat lousy, I think I've even got a fever, and my foot hurts. Lovely. Nothing like only getting 2 weeks to settle in before chaos erupts.
How long until weekend????