I know from time to time, when things get rough, I threaten to jump off a bridge or bury myself in a big hole in my backyard. Some might wonder if that's why I haven't been blogging lately, but it's not. It's worse - I had hand surgery.Now, I am not a good sick or injured person, so I haven't been the most fun person to be around since I went under the knife. I am especially cranky because I can't feel my fingers, bend my wrist, or even dial a phone very well. Oh, and forget about my iPhone or keyboarding - it's just a frustrating waste of time. Hunt...peck, peck, peck...hunt...peck...
So stay tuned, I'll be back when my hand has been liberated, and the feeling ebbs back into my little piggies.
Oh my goodness, that beautiful, skilled, and tender hand. I send gentle wishes of healing to you and your wonderful digits.
ReplyDeleteHang in there sister. Your little piggies are
storing up inspiration during their rejuvenation.