A convergence of happenings led to a lost week or two. My wife headed to sunny Southern California leaving me with the new puppy. Twenty-four seven for more than a week. I discovered just how much work a puppy is when you no longer have a private backyard. I had mostly played with the dog, while my wife walked her and picked up the poop. Suddenly, it was all me.
Now I am certain no one feels sorry for me. Even with the cold snowstorm inflicted upon the area the day she left. But two days later, there I was in the morning, walking the dog. Lake effect snow still coming down hard.
I don’t remember exactly how I fell, but it was a bad one. An injured knee. Out in the open. No one around, everyone had already gone to work. Shilo, our puppy, thought it was great fun, jumping up and down on me as I tried to stand. One bad knee had become two. My hands were rapidly skating towards frostbite. Try as I might, I could not stand. I strategized. A large snow bank was only about ten yards away. Crawling on frozen hands, I made it. Then crawling up the snowbank, I was able to use it as a crutch. Finally, standing on the very weak knee. Then hobbling back inside. Frostbite barely averted. The knee swelling rapidly. Put some ice on it! Ha!
The same day, WordPress decided to roll out a glorious update… that of course stopped any media upload from succeeding. The website was idled. Puppy and knee my priorities. Until my wife returned.
And now, I’m back.