Quill & Claw/Pen & Paw

Roland hugged his wife a bit longer then he realized he ever had. "Heh then Mr. BigBear!" she said, unreturning the hug in the kitchen. She had on her kitchen mits from checking the meatloaf and did not feel that it was appropriate. So instead, she smiled at the attention her husband showed and responded, "must have been a rough Bible study." "Huh? No, no, no, it was fine, the usual Thursday night fights. But I luckily had someone to come home to. The biddies are probably still there plotting something involving a verse or two." "Did you let them know we can't do the bake sale this weekend?" "No, sweetie, totally spaced it, totally. I can call Marcie right now," he started to pick the phone on his hip. In one swoop, Alanna had rotated and used the motion to toss her oven mitt in the direction of the sink. She approached the sliding back door and hollerated through a opening of no less then 5 inches. "DINNER! BRY! DECLAN! NOW...

It says here that the last time I posted was back in April, and that sounds about right. I have to admit, I didn't like the journal entries that were recommended to me for today; I'm just not feeling the motivation for fiction right now. But, at the same time, I needed to update everyone on who I'm doing. I had surgery. And it looks like the winner of the whole event is, well, pain. I had pain going in. And with all the ranting and raving of my family and friends, apparently, the pain is supposed to stop after the surgery. I neglected to ask WHEN that would be. So here I am, unable to really twist my wrist at all--and buttering myself with Aleve and Tylenol. I hate it. But I am glad I went through with all this. I'd ever experienced, really "surgery" before. Some observations: 1. Nurses are better then doctors. I've never seen so many people who knew what was going on with me better then I did and were able to respond in kind. After not eating for 24 hour...