As I was helping The Boy get ready for work the other morning (one-handedness has its challenges), he noted:
How true. He’s still one-handed. Distressingly, I’m still coughing and my lungs still ache despite a full round of steroid treatment.
It’s not fun. And we’re in the new year! As The Boy also said:
Drat that.
Yet even in the midst of shaking off the YUCK of the old, it’s fun to play I Spy for spots of joy coming with the new.
Joyful things like this: The Boy went to the hand specialist for his 3-1/2 week post-surgical update and learned that he’s a 1/2 to 1 week ahead of schedule.
He’s a fast healer, that Boy is. Good thing, too, since this whole injury was caused by him being a fast runner.
A bit of joy spotted. It’s a {very} good thing.
We’re ready for more. Bring it.