laundry or angels.

For some inexplicable reason, my CRPS in my left foot has exploded right now. It seemed to improve for a day or so - and then just went off the rails completely - as in, back in my smartchair for anything that requires any real walking or standing, off the rails. This is NOT GREAT.…

800 days

800 days. I'm writing to you with what I'm convinced is plague. Well, not really. Just a summer cold I woke up with, likely picked up from our adventuring somewhere over the past several days. Still, when everything, including my face, is sort of throbbing, plague it is in my book. 😉 But I'm pretty…

giving thanks on a sick day.

I was totally and completely wiped today - health stuff - so I spent most of the day in bed. When I got up this evening, I managed a shower and picked up Sara and Henry from the park where they had taken a stroll to make a super speedy grocery store run. Upon returning…

a tale of two books.

I've been in deep for the past four or five days with two books about death - one wonderful book I read while researching my own book and another one a true crime read that also gutted me, saying goodbye to a writer I adored way too young.  It started when I decided to finally read…