Which may be sooner than I think. I had the big bandage removed today. Now I have a bandaid on the stitches on the side of my hand and a little turban on my middle finger. The ugly bruise on my palm where they shot me up with novocaine is laid bare. I might see how a little stitching goes tonight. But first I had to walk to the library. And it's a much longer walk than I thought; 3.4 miles according to google maps. A book I requested was in and our car has a flat tire which we discovered when we fired up the Civic last night.
Yeah, yesterday was the day of suck. (Or shitty island, because the dude is reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.) Besides the flat, we were late picking up the CSA--according to the guy whose house we had to go to. (All my e-mails said 7:00 pm, but you don't want to piss off the volunteers). It was raining, okay pouring. And we discovered the flat as we pulled out of the driveway to go get the vegetables. We had to walk. I also had to skip the annual meeting of my alumnae club since there's just the one car. And after two blissful and productive days of working from home, I went to work in the office which is rapidly losing its appeal. I think I'm working for Machiavelli, and even my temperate mother-in-law thinks it's a farce.