It's the middle of August. What happened? But as I write we are headed toward a ninety degree day, with the entire week going in that direction. Summer making its last ditch effort to make me miserable. It is all about me you know! Or rather the cast. I have been in it for a month; a month of relatively mild weather. The heat and humidity causes my arm to swell, creating a stuffed sausage effect in my cast. This is not a happy-making experience. One more week.
So summer slid by as I languished in my cloud of self-pity. I find I do the sad invalid well. I would have never guessed I had it in me, but there it is. Schlepping around in my sweat pants and foam shoes, tousled and unkempt; k'vetching because I can't do anything, all the while getting used to doing nothing! Oh, oh.
The summer that almost was.