There will be a Beaver Festival in 25 days. Can you even imagine that? Nope, me neither. It’s still June so I am wrapped in the protective bubble of having all the time in the world. Not hardly. Not anymore.
During my time in (un)skilled nursing I had this dim feeling that everything was still possible. That by the time in the distant future I was discharged and it was June the broken foot would be a distant memory.. I would be OVER it and everything would be back to normal.
Ha Ha Ha.
First out-patient physical therapy today and my greatest triumph yesterday was realizing that beavers could be adapted to my newly impaired life.
What do you think?
