Y'all, I'm having big, nasty, Technicolor bruises show up in places I didn't even know hit the stairs as I fell. I do believe an ordeal is stretching out before me.
Ouch. I just found a big gash in my shin that I didn't know was there. I do recall running into the door of the stove a few days ago but didn't realize the damage it did. I guess my old skin can't take the beating it once could.
I made some banana bread last night. Well banana/ blueberry bread, as that's the baby food I had. Also, shout out to my fellow banana baby food lovers. (You know who you are!) I went to bed before it was finished baking, so there was a nice morning "surprise" today. Just dropping in to brag on myself.
Y'all, I have so many boxes around this house. Boxes for the Christmas things to take to Hannah's. Boxes for shipping things. Boxes to put gifts for Hannah and Briton in. Boxes containing stuff I've ordered. A box with the wrapping paper and ribbons. You'd think I was moving --- or that I'm a hoarder. It's been a brutal headache day. The first one in a day or two, actually. It hasn't been conducive to making much progress on anything, but I've moved a wee bit on my heart tree cross-stitch, and a scarf I cast on a couple of days ago. I got a few Christmas cards out before having to stop, because writing involves your eyes, which are in your head. . . Oh, and
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