Hasn't been a good few weeks.

I've been typing one-handed, when I've been able to get my butt
upstairs. I fell down at work shortly after the new year and ended up
with an evil ankle sprain and a busted wrist. Just below the thumb, one
of those little bitty bones you don't think about until it hurts like
hell. It has made work interesting, now that I'm back. Doing customer
service with hydrocodone as your co-pilot makes for a colorful eight
hours!

My babies have been so good to me. Stosh comes in and massages me, and
even our skittish Odessa has been coming in to rest with me, when she
thinks I'm asleep. I'm especially proud of our little doll, she's come
so far fromthe girl who hid in the rafters for three months. Roxie is
considerate and brings me the toys she wants to play with, and Brandy
just curls up by me and makes her big purrs. When she's not barking,
anyway. I still have no idea how she learned dog-talk...

I missed my holiday card stuff from this and my missed work. I can
expect workman's compin time for an Easter ham, the way they work. So I
ask your forgiveness for forgetfulness, one and all. I left a bundle of
non-holiday, luv-you-all cards for Mr. Mail-carrier, who no doubt is
scratching his head. Because I do love you all. Even the trolls. You
make me think.

Blessed be,
Baha