...and learning to type one-handed. Yesterday, on the way up the escalator to the Pilates studio, I put my right hand out to break a fall -- and broke my wrist in two places.
Good news is that I don't need surgery. Bad news is the bulky splint (my arm looks like something ready to be unwrapped after 3500 years in a pyramid) which will be replaced with a proper cast on Monday.
The best news is that I have wonderful children, who did all the necessary transport, shopping, and most of all - THE WAITING. Their reward (I hope they think of it that way!) is to come back for mega-fireworks over the lake tonight.
I'm looking forward to touch-typing again.
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