In which our Heroine matriculates.
1. Does Christmas shopping count as creative therapy? Because I think it should. Abject apologies all around for not writing regularly this past week. Life happened—in the form of a serious unawareness of my lack of Christmas preparation (suddenly made apparent).
2. Exactly a week ago, I graduated from physical therapy. That’s right, I said graduated. They gave me a T-shirt and sent me home early. I hadn’t known I was working toward matriculation. It’s a good thing too or I might have gotten confused about my ultimate goal. With appropriate amounts of dripping sarcasm: Regain the use of one’s left hand or get a free graduation t-shirt? Hmmm, what to choose? With all seriousness though, I already begin to miss having all that wonderful attention lavished on me at least once, maybe twice a week. But my T-shirt’s pretty cool.
