Laundry coziness

I had the beginnings of a fantastically long post about gratitude in the makings. But the weekend rolled me up like a coiled sponge cake filled with jam. And tonight with the fluffy threats of a heavy snow storm lurking outside our windows, warm socks, coziness and blankets have convinced me to postpone that effort until tomorrow, when I have a fresh day of energy to devote to it. (And by a fresh day of energy I mean I will do something for an hour then nap for two, because OHS recovery gives you the stamina of a koala bear)

The very top of my scar got a little angry at some overly nimble tooth brushing/hair combing and has opened very, very slightly. I would post a picture but I don’t want to murder your eyes. (I just have to keep remembering my new mantra; Sudden movements are silly, and nobody likes an open scar )

As a result I got to shower with this super snazzy plastic bib taped to my chest. The potential of my fashion prowess knows no bounds – I should start a ready to wear haute couture line.

Despite that tiny toe curling scar ‘incident’ it was a pretty excellent weekend with a delightfully, steady stream of visits and well wishes.
(Imagine if ‘well wishes’ were people who actually just stood around an un-well person whispering “I wish you were well”)

I am so blessed to be surrounded with so much love, and most importantly I have someone to cover me in freshly laundered sheets directly from the dryer. Not too much beats that feeling on a snowy winter afternoon.

Happy Sunday, friends