Monday and Tuesday flowed together as though one 48-hour day. Chiropractor and optician appointments were necessary for the whiplash and slightly-mangled glasses from my face-slamming accident on Saturday. Blackened rings appeared around my eyes Monday morning and worsened on Tuesday. On the plus side, the bumps on my forehead decreased in size and soreness, and the stitched gouge on my nose appears to be healing well.
I received the good news on Monday that the loan for my home purchase was approved. A few hours later, an email arrived with a 30-page attachment to read, sign electronically, and return, along with a two-page checklist with instructions to start providing items on the list as soon as possible. I squeezed in the first document between appointments and work and set the checklist aside for later.
And, of course, there was work. The last day or two of any month are busy for me and these two days were no exception. Clients and their employees commented on my injuries, but no one suggested I go home to rest and heal!
As I rushed from one task or appointment to another, I barely noticed the almost summer-like weather that graced our state. The air was warm enough for open windows. Ignoring the calendar, the trees in my front yard are bursting with Kelly-green leaves, and the grass, brown from a multi-month drought is now struggling to turn green, nourished only by recent showers, too quick and too few.