No apology needed for the kitteh delay. I apologize for the sense of humor blockage for the past seven weeks; things were better pre-surgery, and even better before the second surgery. I admire people who cheerfully work through pain. I, apparently, am not one of them.
I remember observing, after my auto accident in October 2009, how very tiring it was to be in pain all the time. I’m sure it affected my sense of humor!
We went to the Botanical Garden today (the one we took ‘Face to), with excellent weather, thank you Bob. They have a nice new “meadow and woodland” area, through which herded several byos and pushed the baby, who slept almost the whole afternoon.
James was having a lapse of his Scoutly virtues and kept whining that he was thirsty, hungry, tired, and weren’t we going back somewhere he could sit down? Frank, on the other hand, was full of vim and fell asleep as soon as we got in the van.
I bought a few tea-light candles and a box of cards with my fee for singing sad Spanish songs yesterday. They had some very pretty local pottery, but it would never survive the destructive occupants of our habitat.
I’ve lived with pain of one kind or another since I was 14, so that’s all I know. My daughter, however, is extremely sensitive to any kind of pain. My son is somewhere between the two of us.
Don’t apologize for trying to deal with pain and losing your sense of humor in the process. The pain will eventually go away, and make room for your humor again! I promise.
In the meantime, here is where you can whine and pewl and we well help you through it!
*hug*
‘Face
Glad to hear that you are on the mend!