Now that it has become clear that I am not dying, I must endeavor to dig us out of a week's worth of mess that comes when Mama Can't Move. (because, apparently, neither can anyone else, at least when it comes to bending over and picking up that THING that just hit the floor). Excuse me, that particular plop was my head, and it was exploding. (Did I mention my house is a wreck?)
Sadly, I am still as weak as a kitten, so I won't be doing much lifting, cleaning or yelling about the former. At least not for a bit. I am winded just going down the hall to the bathroom! So, until I recover, I will do a bit at a time. And occupy myself with other activities. Speaking of...
I took my convalescence as an opportunity to do some housekeeping. Not of the actual house, are you insane? I changed clothes and spiffed the place up. What do you think? More importantly, did you bring chocolate?
T, who figures at least the blog looks good