One day at a time, Em.
We are all rooting for you.
But oh, wow - a little brother for Conner! I hope they wind up being the "best buds" kind of brothers - though that sort have a reputation for "aiding and abetting," so . . . . yep, gonna be interesting.
But as to how things are going around here - well, I'm doing better. I still think it's just a pulled muscle, not a cracked rib, but it's taking its own sweet time about healing. When I get up or down from the couch, or lie down on the bed, it now feels like, "y'know, you might not want to do that," rather than "man, oh, man, was
that ever a bad idea!" Breathing deeply is just mildly uncomfortable now, though sneezing is still an adventure.
And I have been dragged, kicking and screaming (though not breathing too deeply) into the 21st century - I now have a smart phone. My kids are gleefully teaching me how to use it, which is turning out to be a laborious process. It's not that I'm a such slow learner; I have the phone because we have switched carriers, and, well, the coverage they claimed has proven to be a slight exaggeration. Sometimes we have a signal, sometimes we don't . . . . things are kinda interesting around here, too.
