It's Saturday and warm, not warm, raining, not raining, sunny and gloomy.
K has gone to Virginia to be useful to his dad who is in very poor health.
All this week he waited to hear about a video to edit and it never materialized and THAT meant amazing dinners and the freedom to travel.
But tonight, as he's away, me and the boys are having sandwiches from the deli and we are terribly excited about it.
I'm watching Mr. Selfridge. I seem to have lost track of Mr. Selfridge some time ago - or quit it as I had quit Downton Abbey.
I'm working very hard at PT on very small, fine movements while the therapist works on the tissue around my incision. It turns out I have very poor fine motor skills in my left fingers. This is not surprising. My first round of PT therapy was all about recovering from the injuries I sustained. This round will help me do things like write, fold laundry, and pick things up. I've been amazed at the things I am unable to do. Writing was just one thing I lost.
Anyway. The road to improvement is long but I'll get there.
And there's my London outfits to plan if only because I need to not wear any of them next week. I had thought I'd need to go to a shopping mall in London as I want to visit a bunch of different shops. But I wasn't looking forward to it. THEN I realized that the shops I want to visit are all near Regent Street so that's where I'll go. (I'm going to Liberty!)
I've seen the ends of three different sad movies today and had three little cries.
Oh, and, I've painted my toenails deep navy blue.
The sun is out again.