I had a good first day at the show. Enough happy interested people that I feel pleased and enough of my things to new loving homes that I’m happy.
The bad news:
I busted my knee again.
The good news:
I had loaded in before it happened.
The bad news:
ouch.
The good news:
Because it was at a high school they had a spare wheelchair they could loan me.
The bad news:
I’m just as bad as driving a wheelchair as I am at driving shopping carts.
The good news:
Mom brought me my crutches and my Vioxx.
The bad news:
Vioxx might make me die.
The good news:
This happened on a day where I could pretty much sit on my rear and be nice all day anyway.
The bad news:
Jeff was in NYC.
The good news:
He was coming home tonight anyway.
all told, I’m still being positive.
