Sorry I haven’t posted in a couple days. I went out to take my walk on Sunday, slipped on the icy steps and down I went. Fortunately, I got one hand flung out in time to catch myself before I slid butt first down the stairs. Unfortunately, something popped in my wrist when I landed on it. I don’t think it’s broken since it only has the slightest hint of a bruise and isn’t really swollen any more. Most of the time, it doesn’t even hurt. Just when I move it.
So, I’ve got it in a splint for now, which makes typing difficult and cross stitching darn near impossible. I’m still trying anyway and it’s brought me to the wonderful realization of why God gave us lips: So we’d have something to hold our needles with should we lose the use of one arm!
I should be much further along than I am, but oh well. The pain killer I took has kicked in, so I’m off to bed.