For me, the misery of the week past didn't start or end with the election. It started on Monday morning, when one of my guinea pigs went to wait for me just this side of the Rainbow Bridge. (When searching for the poem on the net, I first stumbled across this. Grab a box of kleenex and click the link.)
Then there was the election. Nuff said.
Then yesterday morning I tripped over my puppy and did a one point landing on my left knee. That knee is now a swollen, misshapen mess that is beginning to show a broad spectrum of colors appearing all around it. It stiffened up and was very painful, and I felt completely disabled. I couldn't imagine how I would play with Saint or complete any weekend chores, so I called Mike.
He came home at about 5pm Saturday for about a 22 hour stay. It was enough; He carried the vacuum cleaner upstairs and downstairs and took the trash out. Saint slept with him last night, and Mike played with him and tired him out before heading back down to Charlottesville.
And we started writing a blog entry together, which I hope we'll finish in the next couple of days.
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