Excuse me while my head explodes.

zeightyfiv and I fly out to Seattle in a single-digit number of hours. He's got some sort of stomach bug, which has knocked him flat and left me responsible for ~2/3 of the setup that needs to be arranged before we depart. In the past two days, the longest continuous period of sleep I've had was three hours, and it ended at noon today.

As soon as we board the airplane I'm going to wrap myself in a shawl, pull my head under it, use my crochet bag as a pillow, and not come out until the plane lands.


Oh, right. This past Tuesday, final X-rays showed that I'd healed enough to resume full normal activity. If I was still having trouble walking, we'd already be SOL.