There’s no place like home… Where I promptly fell asleep on the couch. Where the deep red amaryllis from my friends Marguerite and Russ is blooming beautifully. Where there was a package waiting in the mailbox from my friend Fickleknitter with a gorgeous pair of perfectly-fitting handknit socks that Mom really likes too. (My feet are smaller than hers, though, sorry, Mom. Heh.) I’m keeping up the pain pills, which helps.
And my surgeon stopped by before I checked out and wondered out loud if she could have a signed copy of my book? I exclaimed, “Well, YEAH!!!!” in capital letters, to her great delight.
Give me a day or two to really get my strength back up so I can get into holding up a large project again. Knitting is better than even dark chocolate.
And I can’t thank all of you enough for supporting me through this. It’s nice to be finally coming out on the other side. See you at Stitches West!
(Though maybe not for a whole lot of hours there. We’ll see.)