Late lunch.
I don’t know where he is now - not in Kathleen’s bed, since she’s in it. Kathleen got in trouble at the gym nursery this morning: she kept taking her shoes and socks off. We’ll have to persuade her that isn’t fun.
Ohmy. Stinky bare feet in the gym nursery? Not cool.
After a dose of Ibuprofen, I don’t feel too rocky. Just a naggy little ache on the right side, about where my elbow meets the ribcage.
Said elbow has a smart bump the size of a quarter. I see the doctor on Thursday, so maybe the fall and swellings will be minimal enough by then to where he will caution me to be careful and not insist I have more ugly tests. Not likely, I think.
One of my goals this winter, among others, is to use up as much yarn as I can and donate the projects to my favorite charity. I ran across a bag of baby caps, from preemie to 10#ers, and will drop them by the hospital when I feel the need.
I just have to use up this stuff...I don’t want to be a hoarder. *shudder*