Why I’m MIA
I started my new job last week. It’s challenging, but dreamy. Most nights I went home exhausted and had to nurture my leg, which is doing so much better. I’m starting to walk small distances, but very small. My knee still doesn’t want to support my weight for very long, but I’m aiming to be off crutches in another week or two. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could go trick-or treating with the grand babies?
Every morning the eldest, who is nearly nine, sends me a text message asking me to spend time on the sofa with them before they go to school.