|Just up the road from the cottage, Heath Aster blooms in palest lavender.|
Ever have one of those weeks you're glad to see fading in the rearview mirror? That's how I feel about last week.
First off, I managed another leg injury…this time a wound about the size and shape of a cell phone. Fairly substantial. The doc's best guess is 6–8 weeks healing time, providing the new round of prescription antibiotics prevents infection long enough to give things a running start. So I've restocked my first-aid drawer with several packages of appropriate-size non-stick pads, plenty of gauze and tape, and antibiotic cream to apply afresh with each dressing change.
Second, I had several long writing projects to finish and get off, in addition to my usual columns. Plus, being a Board member of our community health centers, I had to attend two Strategic Planning meetings, each four hours long, on subsequent evenings. This is a once-every-three-years affair where we hammer out the focus and health-care service goals for our six county-wide facilities. All this in addition to the usual running around, chores, luncheons, and such that generally manage to eat up half my available time during a good week.
Finally, Moon-the-Dog hasn't been doing too well. I've spent every night for maybe the past two weeks "sleeping" in the recliner in the great room because she seems more comfortable bedding down out there—plus her restlessness and occasional whining doesn't keep Myladylove awake. Moon won't sleep in one room if I'm in the other. She's doing a bit better now that temperatures have dropped from highs over 90˚F to more September-ish 70˚s, so perhaps I'll manage to sleep in a real bed soon.
Yep, some week's are best forgotten.