These Are the Days

Do you know what it's like to have a twenty-five pound weight drop on your bare foot?

I do.

It happened last night. The offending weight (used in my husband's barbells) was on our couch. I, however, did not know this and when I pulled on a folder file that was mysteriously heavy, I dislodged the weight and it fell down and bounced off my foot.

Yes, bounced.

I spent the rest of the night with my foot propped up and an ice pack on it. When I tried to walk, I about cried. But after awhile, I tried to put some more weight on it and was successful. So, needless to say, I blessedly escaped with a badly bruised foot, but no broken bones. Thank you Lord! That was the last thing I needed - to be on crutches and have my husband disabled, too!

Speaking of my husband, he's scheduled to have a skin graft done on Wednesday morning. Please pray that it will go well.

And speaking of writing...

I have all weekend to work on the novel. So off I go...