As you can see, I am not dead, and being well taken care of by my husband. He’s out with the girls right now, and I find it strange that every well-wisher and delivery person has waited until now to call or ring my doorbell. It takes me about half an hour to get down the stairs to the front door, and I’ve almost wiped out on the crutches more times than I care to admit.

I’m laying in bed right now with my left foot wrapped solidly in bandages, and the words “GO AWAY” still clearly visible in permanent ink on my right ankle. The nurses didn’t seem to find this as amusing as I did, but I still giggle every time I see it. Better safe than get the wrong foot operated on, I always say. The house is so quiet with the rest of my family gone, and snow is falling softly outside my bedroom window. Everything is peaceful. If my dang foot didn’t hurt so much, this would be an extremely restful afternoon.

Thanks to everyone for your healing thoughts, and thank you to all of those who made de-lurking week so much fun. I’ve met some great new people, and discovered a bunch of amazing new blogs that are going to keep me very busy while I’m stuck here in bed. I hope you lurkers learned to speak up more, because I love to hear from all of you!