Connie's Arm

Connie has very nasty tendinitis aggravated by a mad dash around in confusion, with luggage. She went for torture today. Apparently the cure involves a needle stuck in the arm 60-70 times and scaping the bone while squirting out steroids. Highly painful, and also seems as though the barber surgeons of long ago might have thought twice before attempting it. I had awful tendinitis years ago, and it took years to heal -- any little wrong move set it off, although each year made it get set off for a shorter time. It's a very not-nice thing to have, so I hope she gets well in a reasonable amount of time.

Postcard of a Chicken Bus!



This Morning...

...there was still no water -- and no trizzities, either. Left for work, but, with faith that power would be on when I returned, I got out of the garage manually but restored it to its automaticness before I left. Yes! Power WAS on when I returned. No water, though. After a while they mended the broken whatnot, and I had colorful, smelly water! Yay!! Let it run for a while... you can't drink the water anyway, here, but it is nice to have water for the other uses!