Injury Induced Lethargy

More night fits. I'm awfully tired today.

I didn't mention it yet, but I started another story. I have the concept figured out, but I don't know how to achieve what I want. I need a major plot element that will be somewhat life altering, and still produce the result I need given the personality I've established for my protagonist. Well, I'll keep looking at it.

I'm starting to plan a trip to Brother's place. He's moving all his furniture in today, I hear. I thought I might give him a call later on. So far we are planning on Memorial Day weekend, even though that is also my anniversary. I tried to find out if Josh would be on his work trip. He seemed confused. I told him that I wasn't going to leave him home alone on our wedding anniversary, but if he was going to be out of town I would probably go that weekend. He said I should go ahead and make plans. Now that I think about it, Josh's Month of Celebration attitude toward holidays probably applies, and he figures as long as we do something within 30 days plus or minus, it still counts. Well, that's my guess, anyway.

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Had to take a break for Abbie's most exciting fit ever. Well, one of them. She's perfectly fine now. More than she usually is after these fits, so maybe I did something right. But probably not. For part of it, she was mad at the shirt I put her in, because she wanted her dress from yesterday, and in her wild fit-throwing, she got stuck in the shirt while trying to take it off. I set her free, but since I was the bad guy, she was particularly ungrateful and punched me for my trouble. She still has a mark on her collar bone from the shirt. Anyone know how to stop a 3 year old from hitting? I've tried lots, and am now open to suggestion.

Grant is putting colorful stones all over my foot.

My mother is all better. I talked to her yesterday and today. I also talked to my grandmother the other day. She and my uncle will be stopping by next Monday. I really need to start cleaning the house. The laundry is taking over. I might do a load or two today. I'm still supposed to be taking it easy.

I made it to the meeting last night with no trouble. Andrew and his wife bought some antique carpets, and they are beautiful, of course. I was wearing socks, but I could still tell how soft and sleek they were, and hand made, too. The meeting seemed long, or maybe it was just because my back started to get sore. I knew I should have packed some motrin. And I made it home with no problems, too!

It's foggy today. We're listening to the end credits of the 2008 Speed Racer - Abbie's latest favorite song. I might have to let Julie teach her to "Sassy Walk".

I've been lazy for so long, I'm not sure how to transition back to being efficient. Laundry and Motrin sound promising. Everyone keeps telling me not to do any lifting yet, but how is anything supposed to get done? We all know that I'm the only person who takes care of the house.

Really I'm too tired to be so indignant.

I wish you all a happy day, I am off...in a fog.....