As I start my week (last week), I am torn. I have a pulled muscle on my left side. It hurts to move, breath, walk, sit. Near tears. My son wants me to come to stay with the baby, so he and his wife can get away for a bit one day. Thing is, they live some 80 miles away. I do not like driving in traffic anymore, though I was born and raised in that area.
To make a long story short, I his twin brother who lives near us, was coming up. I hitched a ride, sparing his brother driving up to get me. I am not completely healed. It is hard carrying the 18 pounder, but I manage.
The first of last week was spent making a list. I was originally just be here over night one night. Well, it turned into 3 days, 3 nights. Came up Saturday and the plan is to take me home on Tuesday morning.