Seven Days, a Week, and Counting. This Time Was No Joke. I'm Succumbing That I Will Be Down For a While Longer

I missed my neighbors, the Wooley-Sealeys. They were dropping off the eldest in Memphis as he transcends on a PhD in Philosophy from the University there. Earlier in the day yesterday, I hired Isaiah to be an official Karal-walker and during that transaction, I got an invite for dinner. I was prepared for them if they came home early Sunday, but they got home late. So, I drove Karal over there for the first walk and then sat the entire evening, enjoying a beer and the butterfly bush I bought them that was loaded with butterflies...and bees. One of them stung Isaiah. Whoops.

The evening also brought over Sonya Huber out on a walk and having read her publication coming out in 2022, I was super excited to see her, too. She arrived to Fairfield the same year I did and I've always looked to her as a muse...a creative genius sort that I never can get enough of. Kris, Dave, and Sonya in one setting was panacea for my depressed mind. I'm not loving my inability to move much and the exhaustion that comes from doing the most trivial things.

Burgers, cucumbers, and a salt potato for each off us. We were a crowd of 6 eating and there were only 6 potatoes left.

I really enjoyed hearing all about the road trip and having them take turns keeping Karal entertained. Ish is 8 and Karal is 7. The behaviors are synonymous: playful, excessive, emotional, and dramatic. Karal also liked Val's acoustic guitar and cocked her head with curiosity and joy. But, she really wanted to eat David's shoelaces, which she did...and a stuffed animal chick that Ish donated to the cause. 

Meanwhile, there's the crotch...there's the pain...there's the impatience for recovering, even if I read a book (Sonya's for review) and a new Nic Stone middle school YA for entertainment. Underneath it all, however, was the soreness and the underlying drive to go back to bed for the entire day. 

Okay, Tuesday. Definitely more ice-packs are in order.