Impatient Patient

Oh, I have been bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored. Nothing hurt badly enough to make me grateful to stay put, but if I moved too much, the incision pulled and it hurt. So, I've been sitting. Impatiently.

The sad part is not only have I been bored, but I've been boring.

Still, three people in three different ways, over three different venues, informed me today that I have been gone too long and the worry is beginning, in spite of my protestations against worrying. Which is fair. After all, you can only disappear for so long after a "don't worry" event and expect to still not worry. But Lord, I have nothing to write about.

Instead, have a few pictures. And know that I am back to (almost) full range of motion and will have things to write about again, soon. :)

The I.V. spot

The healing nicely, thank you very much, incision

Because we don't fuck around with beer and wine licenses down here in NOLA

The movie set being built on our corner

A gorgeous day in Louis Armstrong Park

Thank you for your concern, dear friends. One-armed hugs to you all.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.