It’s been a tough couple of weeks, and not just because of my recurrent bouts of acute I-miss-the-X-files-initis. Because however great he is, Dean Winchester does not compare to Fox Mulder (sorry, Jensen), and even if demons’ inherent evilness sends chills down my spine (or is it the devilish grins of the Winchester brothers? Sometimes… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: learning about patience
It has gotten to the point that I am now inspired by the cracks on my ceiling, creating beautiful paintings and composing a menuet in their honor. Not quite, but admitedly, my sense of humor has definitely been inspired, getting darker as the nights grow longer. The best thing this sprained ankle has provided me… Read More Chronicles of a Sprained ankle: Counting the Cracks on my ceiling
It’s been a tough couple of weeks, and not just because of my recurrent bouts of acute I-miss-the-X-files-initis. Because however great he is, Dean Winchester does not compare to Fox Mulder (sorry, Jensen), and even if demons’ inherent evilness sends chills down my spine (or is it the devilish grins of the Winchester brothers? Sometimes… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: learning about patience
While I did not seek a diagnosis from Oprah on my ankle, I did get a link to a lovely article reviewing one of her latest shows, which happens to be about rudeness. And if the last couple of weeks leaning less than gracefully on a crutch have taught me it’s that people are RUDE.… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: Even Oprah agrees
It’s funny what time can do for a person. Because time, my friends, has slowed down to the pace of a woman struggling because of a less than adequate amount of upper body strength to three-step it through the rush hour crush which allows her to cover in twenty whole minutes a distance one covered… Read More Chronicles of a sprained ankle: two weeks and a crutch later