After being up very late on Tuesday night, I started to lose track of the days.
Sorting through 9 months of mail
Wednesday, Scott unpacked his bags and we went for lunch and ran some errands.
It was 80 degrees so I wore shorts.
Thursday, we went for breakfast and stopped at Lowe's for the second time in 24 hours.
I had this breakfast quinoa at Over Easy and it was amazing.
I've made this before but think I need to try again.
Then I had an appointment on base because I managed to sprain my fingers a few weeks ago. It wasn't one big thing that did it; I jammed my hand on something and then just lots of little things added to it: picking up, lifting things, dragging things...
Scott is threatening to give me a manicure.
By Wednesday, my right hand was extremely swollen; twice the size of my left. I couldn't write or type.
So I got a splint and a regimen of Motrin and heating/icing regularly. It's getting better now that I've started taking care of it and stopped ignoring it (never a proven tactic).
This was just the beginning.
Then, Thursday night, it snowed a few inches which was welcome (who am I...) and I went back to work on Friday.
The happiest dog in all the land.
I spent the weekend watching Hallmark Christmas movies and pulling out decorations.
Hallelujah to no school.