Just to let everyone know I'm going home on Saturday. For the next couple of months I will be sliding on a board and swivelling on my left heel, the only part of the lower me able to bear weight. The plan is I shall become phenominally strongin my upper body, and my swivel movements will be of such grace that when I am repaired I will be a sensation on any dance floor.
But the house cleaning preparation that I talked about before got interrupted. Alas poor Fred. Lots of people I hope will be coming to see me, will notice - why so many magazines? I can't imagine why this is there - etc. However, there is a good twist to everything. My house when I get home will be filled with the wonderful cards and flowers I have received. And there is hope - Claudia is coming Wednesday, ready or not!
And I have Blue to blame. That cat! When he isn't busy calling the SPCA because we've put him on an unwelcome diet, complaining about the neglect since I broke my legs, he's been running around the house putting everything in the wrong place. He has been opening drawers, spreading papers, hiding things. We thought at least he could clean the kitchen, but no. He didn't even do his own litter box! Fred did that. He offered to help with the laundry. So Fred took it out of the dryer and Blue hopped right up and said he would do the folding later, but it was nap time. Of course, because he'd been so busy messing things up. That cat. So how could Fred fold the warm laundry with a sleeping cat on top? It is a good thing I'm coming home!