Christmas day 1981 in the cottage.
The first day at work without the cast went well except for the broken rib. Yes, I said that.
Yes, I leaned over the arm of my favorite chair, and when I couldn’t reach what I dropped, I leaned harder. Snap. I’ll call the doc later today and see if she wants to add anything to my diet.
Happier topics. I think we are ready for the holiday. I have to send an email note out…maybe. I still have to pack, I still have to use my hand lightly, but right now everything seems in balance. What more could one want.
1981 Christmas Card…only Laka was still at home.