For some reason, I am unable to post anything to this here blog without encountering an error message. I can publish text, but anything with a picture seems to go completely awry.
Oh, bloody hells bells anyways.
Thank you for indulging my funkety funk funk, Dearies. This is a very deep dark mysterious one, since it lingers hard and is baffling even to me. I suspect that anesthesia and post-op pain meds are the culprit, and since both are now a week long gone, I imagine I will feel better soon.
Staying in the Happy Chair and not giving a flying fig is a challenge, but one that I embrace wholeheartedly and with impunity. The not stitching thing, though, is an enormous problem, and one that I am going to remedy today.
OK...enough. I'm here and awake, alive, and well-fed. The snow is sparkly, I've got a big fat cup of hot damn good, and a lovely winter candle all doing their respective things. Time to sit up and get my bearings before climbing out of this well...
Crossing my fingers that this will publish...