Glad I am that I’m scheduled for surgery this week. Despite the Yoda-esque sentence structure. Youngest daughter and grandson were here this weekend: good. Holding grandson, tripped over toy: bad. Grandson fine: good. Knee blown out in the worst way: bad. Just bought crutches in anticipation of surgery: good. (Thank God, in fact.) Can’t take…
Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
