Just a quick post to let you know that I’m here, I’m alive, and I’m grumpy, cranky, and swollen. But at least I’m alive, and doing fairly well, all things, considered. Thank you for your good wishes!
The cats are being very sweet – I had to shake the can of compressed air at them a few times after I got home Saturday, but for the most part they’ve given me a wide berth. I think seeing me walking through the house with my arms held in front of me all zombie-like freaks ’em out a little. I did wake up to find Corbie nibbling gently on my finger tips the other morning.
Now if you’ll pardon me, I’m going to post this, take a pill, and get back into the recliner. I’ve got 20+ episodes of House on the DVR that are calling my name!
I don’t expect posting to resume anything soon – I’m spending very little time in front of the computer these days, though I check email and Twitter and Facebook every so often from my iPod – but that could change. Just wanted to let y’all know that things are fine (and I’m cranky and swollen and slightly miserable, but I know I’ll get through it okay.)
Elwood would like you to know that he’s the king of the trash can!
“I’m the KING! OF! THE TRASH CAN!”
“King! Of! The! Trash! ::slip:: ”
“I meant to do that.”