Everything's Slow

Firstly, our internet connection has been mired in molasses until just now -- thus the late posting . . .

Secondly, back on Thursday I tripped and fell on our front porch and, attempting to break my fall, came down hard on my left hand. Nothing broken but something very wrong with my left shoulder. 

Torn ligaments, said the doctor, when I went to the clinic. Immobilize arm for seven days and it will probably heal.

Thus I find myself with left arm in a sling, typing one-handed.

It's amazing how useful it is to have two hands . . . I can still dress myself-- socks are tricky and putting on a bra involves the creative use of a door knob and a little help from my T-Rex left hand held high on my chest.But getting a scrunchie to hold back my hair -- that I have to ask John to do.

Doing dishes, fixing dinner -- all possible, though everything takes about twice as long.  Sweeping one-handed can be done -- using the dust pan efficiently cannot.

Now I'm going to see if I can put clean sheets on the bed . . . the fitted bottom sheet may be difficult . .. or not.  

Of course, John would help if I asked. But I really like to see what I can do on my own.