A Three-Pronged Attack 👍

I can’t wait until my hands heal all the way. I had such a hard time fastening a bra yesterday I had to have Derek help me.

I still have the dropsies, too. I don’t know if that’s the carpal tunnel, the surgery, or just me.

I feel like I could easily go back to sleep right now.

This shirt is old. I can tell because the neckline is rimmed with little pills. It’s driving me crazy and I want to go find a newer one.

Honda Quality is visiting, so really, I should be wearing a Velveeta shirt. But they’re terrible! Please don’t make me. At least production has a pretty color.

I have one in my locker just in case someone says something to me. No one still has, knock on wood.

Hopefully I get my stitches out today. Next week I should be able to drive the tugger again.

You know what’s weird? I can still feel the stitches on my right hand, even after they’re long gone.

I guess I don’t have much to say this morning. I was hoping I just needed to wake up and something beautiful would evolve, but, sadly, no.

Sometimes it’s like that, though. Some posts are amazing, some are poop. You can’t have all brilliant posts. Not if you write every single day.

Maybe something better will come later. I hope so, for your sake.

Have a great morning and a safe commute. Thanks for reading. ❤️