I will be so glad when I get back to work. The past three and a half months have been totally not fun. The truth be known, I've always had a tendency to poo-poo co-workers with sprained joints for all their complaining about not being able to do anything. I mean a broken bone is definitely something bad, but a sprain? Come on, the word doesn't even sound bad. Broken bone, torn ligament, bruised tendon, now those sound painful and probably deserve a get well card, but a sprain, or even worse, a strain, just doesn't sound bad.

Well, now I know the truth. Not being able to pick up my five pound Chihuahua is not a good thing, especially when she keeps coming to me to pick her up so she can see the world. Being only six inches tall doesn't give a dog a good view of the surrounding territory. Until just a few days ago, picking up the dog was, well, not something done without thought.

That's all changed. My wrist is definitely getting better. Next week the hand therapist is going to start me out picking up weighted boxes. I have to be able to pick up 75 pounds to be able to go back to work. Next Thursday, I'm going to pick up that 75 pound box and put it on the shelf. Then next Friday, I'm going to the orthopedic guy and he's going to release me to go back to work. Happy days!

Only, there's a tiny bit of a problem.

Yeah, mother is getting worse. I'm not certain we'll be able to get her into the new place. Hopefully, that will work out before I leave, but I'm not certain.

Then there's the wife. She'll be having surgery on the bottom of her foot on the First of June. Seems she tore a ligament when she twisted it back in December. It's not the bunion that is causing all her problems. The problem she's having, though, has more to do with her sciatica which is being aggravated because she can't put any pressure on her big toe. She walks funny and gets a pain.

But, I'm going back to work and I'm going to have fun, a lot more fun than I'm having today.

And, going back to work means getting back into the swing of things writing-wise. I'm possitively certain getting out on the road is going to increase my need to write. There's nothing like staring Death in the face on America's highways every day to get rid of writing blocks.