I’m so tired from yesterdays scare.
Most of it was of my own making.
Mountain Man has a habit of coming in from working with the wood or stone with blood coming from some part of his anatomy.
I’ll ask him, “How did you hurt yourself?”
He answers, “I’m hurt?”
“Yes, your bleeding from your arm (or forehead, or some such place).” I say.
“I didn’t even know I did that.” He says.
So when he calls to say, “I’ve been in an accident and the car flipped over and slid down the highway, and is being towed away because it has been totaled and thank god for seat belts.”
I think, “What is bleeding on him, and does he even know how hurt he is?”
The crash on the ice was around 9:00 in the morning and he didn’t get home until around 5:00 in the evening.
So here I sit tired and fattened. (I nervously ate all the cookies and chocolate in the house while I waited yesterday.)
I’m happy he is fine and wishing I didn’t have to do all those extra exercises to work off the extra nervous eating I did yesterday.
Thanks for all the support from all of you out there. It meant so very much and still does.