Look! Up in the sky! What is that? It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s–

Oh, wait. Did I say up in the sky? I lied. Look down there on the floor. Do you see it? Do you??

Yeah. That’s right! It’s… my ankle! Still puffy, in fact covered with black and blue marks (apparently the next time I really want to hurt someone? I should scratch them), but fairly readily identifiable as an ankle.

And there was much rejoicing! Even though the crazy prednisone caused me to wake up every hour last night. No matter. (And, side note to RC: I do know better than to call the doctor’s office and complain that the medicine isn’t working fast enough. Clearly the people who do that do not have blogs and reading audiences who will hang on their every grumpy, whining word.)

So. Recovery appears to be underway.

To celebrate, I’m going to the dump. With a friend. Never let it be said that I don’t know how to par-tay! I know I’ve waxed philosophical about the dump before, so I won’t bore you again. The important thing to note about today’s trip is that I have been inspired by recent events to finally finish cleaning out my basement. In addition to my usual recycling, my car contains about a gazillion flattened cardboard boxes and several items for the “Still Good” shed. I am going to get the basement cleaned out or at least get some serious aggravation going in the process.

I stood in the shower this morning under the hottest water I could stand, willing myself not to scratch; trying to empty my mind and just float like the steam that surrounded me. It sort of worked. Then, of course, when I got out I realized I’d stayed too long and we needed to leave for the bus immediately if not sooner. We ended up running the last little bit while the bus driver chuckled at us, and I felt tears well up. So I guess my prednisone-altered mood is still pretty fragile. Oh well. If you need me, I’ll be the one weeping over by the comingled containers.

P.S. I really was born on a Tuesday. And I’ve been accused of being full of a lot of different things over the years, but grace was never one of them. I cannot imagine why not.