A nice sunday morning

Last sunday as I lay cozily in bed, wallowing in self pity, I hear Yahoo #1 exclaim, "#2 has a bloody nose!" Curse those pudgy little fingers. So I jump up and run to the living room. Well, actually I worm my way to the edge of the bed, ease myself into my wheelchair, raise the leg supports, and roll into the living room 5 minutes later. I arrive at the scene, yes it was a scene. Blood splattered all over the floor, pillow cases, and clothes. #2 looks up at me, pushes his chubby little hands in my face, asks me to wash them. Both 1 and 2 are amazingly calm. Fortunately, Grandpa is there and the cleanup doesn't take long.

"No, it is not dry yet, take your finger out!"

I have been unable to walk for almost 4 weeks now with the prospect of several more weeks ahead of me.

I have thought of many things.

I really, really want to walk with my spouse and yahoos.
Some things really are more important than others.
There are some very nice people in this world.
There are more than just a few nerves in the human foot.