When Tuesday is a real Monday!
I had a great plan for retreat weekend. I was prepared, my expectations were realistic, I was feeling good and all the planets seemed aligned. Seemed so, anyway. Once again I was reminded that I’m not in charge of much.
Factor in spending most of the day on Saturday not even at the retreat, some mysterious mess I made of my laptop trying to upload a way to watch the Seahawks game on Sunday (fail-fail) and a tumble on Sunday evening that resulted in my left leg scraped and my right foot/ankle sprained, and I’m actually grateful for what I did finish. Bailey’s quilt and a mini quilt got bindings, Ben’s quilt is over half done as is a small tote project.
I’m starting my workweek a day behind. I’m tired, bandaged, bruised and swollen, I have a sore throat and our house a major mess. I’m also incredibly happy because Jon has a new (to him) truck, Ashlee was home for a couple days, we got to go look at a new apartment with her and Camden, and we got lots of hugs in. When I do get home today (after a doctor’s appointment), I have a place to put all the stuff that’s piled up after the crazy weekend and I might even get a bit of sewing in.
Or maybe I’ll just sit with my foot up and iced.
Note: Photos don’t add much at this point. Just picture a crashed clown car and you get the idea.