I can barely walk.
My knee is the size of a watermelon.
This gives me time to pause and contemplate the past week.
Thankfully, my daughter is recovering from emergency surgery.
Madison has her first bandage change and her broken toe is progressing. She can now stand and eat on her own.
I may have attempted to walk, spin and Pilates my issues away.
Since I can’t exercise I will get my life in order horizontally, virtually dancing to the blues and waiting to take on whatever pops up next.
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