An Injury Grounds Both of Us
Oct. 20th, 2025 08:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canyonwalkerIt was a slow weekend after Hawk had her foot surgery on Friday. She napped a bit on Friday afternoon— and so did I. But while her sleepiness was unexpected, mine was... I don't know what.
Frittering and snoozing on Friday set a tone for the rest of the weekend. For Hawk, again, that's expected. She's getting over the physical stress of surgery and pain of incision. And she's hobbling around with a half-cast on one of her legs. Just getting up to go to the bathroom takes planning and determination. Me? I have no such excuses. I spent the weekend mostly sitting around like a bump on a log, and that's all on me. I wish I'd at least gone out to soak in the hot tub. But each time I considered it I decided I'd rather just sit inside like a bump on a log.
I'm disappointed that I couldn't even muster the will to write to my blog this weekend. Yeah, there was little new to write about; that's always a disincentive against blogging. But I have a backlog. I have things I've been meaning to write about from the previous weekend, the week before that, and the weekend even before that. Oh, and other stuff still in the backlog from earlier in the year and even last year. Now I'm wondering, will I ever get to these things? I don't know.
Frittering and snoozing on Friday set a tone for the rest of the weekend. For Hawk, again, that's expected. She's getting over the physical stress of surgery and pain of incision. And she's hobbling around with a half-cast on one of her legs. Just getting up to go to the bathroom takes planning and determination. Me? I have no such excuses. I spent the weekend mostly sitting around like a bump on a log, and that's all on me. I wish I'd at least gone out to soak in the hot tub. But each time I considered it I decided I'd rather just sit inside like a bump on a log.
I'm disappointed that I couldn't even muster the will to write to my blog this weekend. Yeah, there was little new to write about; that's always a disincentive against blogging. But I have a backlog. I have things I've been meaning to write about from the previous weekend, the week before that, and the weekend even before that. Oh, and other stuff still in the backlog from earlier in the year and even last year. Now I'm wondering, will I ever get to these things? I don't know.
