Kevin fashioned a hairtie clipped to a safety pin as a means of keeping track of my right sleeve. Nothing worse than waking up with your sleeve tightly wrapped around your bicep and no physical way of freeing it. I also feels bit silly wearing a cotton glove on my left hand but I need it ok. Hand Keeps losing circulation in the sling.
I'm learning to just be today. If I'm drinking tea, I can't read a book too. If I'm blogging, I can't eat or pet the dog. I just have to do one thing at a time. For anyone who knows me, you will understand how terrifying a notion it really is. I miss using a pen, weird as that is. I've been dreaming up new dresses and outfits to make but I can't draw so they're stuck in my brain for the time being.
Kevin had to go get more ice again. He picked up a Real Simple for me. I think I'll read it tomorrow when he takes Max for a bath. That should be an adventure.
Yes, in fact that is a leopard print blanket from Tijuana, what about it?
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