Road to . . .

. . . recovery, and not a Hope and Crosby destination.  Though it might actually be quite pleasant to be on the road to Utopia, or Bali, or Singapore, or . . .

The arm still hurts, especially the elbow, but there’s more range of motion.  Not that I can raise a straight arm upward more than 6” or to the side more than the same, but I imagine, with time, it will be doable.

Typing proficiency with the non-dominant hand has increased, as has using the mouse.  Perhaps I’ll become so proficient, it will become the dominant one.  😉

Finishing the final edit for the sixth book.  Thought I’d have submitted it by now, but it’s going a bit slower than anticipated.  This is good, though, because as I go through it, I find the odd action or dialogue that needs tweaking.  This, my fellow writers, is why editing—or, at the very least, proofreading—is necessary.  But I digress.  😊

Travel is on hold.  Had hoped to get away this fall, but that ain’t happening.  Moreover, I have to deal with the anxiety I now experience every time I step out the door—thinking I might take another header on the sidewalk and re-dislocate my shoulder and/or do some facial damage.  With any luck, I will triumph over that.  There’s nothing worse than having “fear” rule your life.  I’ve been told I’m strong and resilient, so maybe my brain will acknowledge and embrace that.  And soon.

So, nothing of major note to post about today . . . just that, one day at a time, one baby step at a time, yours truly is on the road to . . . recovery . . . and well-being.

Be and stay well, my friends. ♥