When vacations go bad...
Three weeks ago taking a couple of vacation days around July 4th seemed like a good idea. I planned to go to San Antonio to see my oldest and dearest friend and enjoy five days with my four "nieces and nephews". Then the ankle sprain of doom happened. Turns out I partially tore a tendon and now I'm stuck in a special boot for three or four more weeks. I'm also supposed to stay off the foot as much as possible. Driving is painful and therefore I am stuck at home instead out having fun (San Antonio is about a three hour drive if the traffic cooperates).
I'd almost rather be at work, but the off days were already on the schedule and my manager thought that a few days at home would probably be good for my ankle. The ONLY bright spot in all of this is that I will get to see the final episode of Doctor Who on Saturday instead of waiting for Sunday night. Still would rather be with E. and the kids.
Guess I'll spend my time catching up on my knitting and watching movies.
I'd almost rather be at work, but the off days were already on the schedule and my manager thought that a few days at home would probably be good for my ankle. The ONLY bright spot in all of this is that I will get to see the final episode of Doctor Who on Saturday instead of waiting for Sunday night. Still would rather be with E. and the kids.
Guess I'll spend my time catching up on my knitting and watching movies.