Waddling

Recovery at the Lucky Penny household, day 2. I'm moving around, trying to do things on one crutch. Either my injury is not as severe as five years ago, or the drugs are better. Vicodin is my new friend. I'd love to wash it down with a margarita, I must confess. The Man is doing a sort of better job with me. He did disappear for a few hours when I was in the ER waiting room, and I was stuck without any knitting. I think that would have helped to take the edge off. The last few days have revolved around napping, and knitting on the sofa. All knitting is work related until Stitches. Some final additions of sizes to two designs, and finishing the Symmetry sweater. My goal is to be on my feet by next week. I told my editor my things would be turned in on the 10th, and I really want to go to Stitches. Thursday, before the market preview, I plan on meeting up with some Guild buddies, and we're going to Gibson's. Land of large portions of meat and gorgeous waiters. One slice of banana cream pie serves six. I'll be really bummed out if I miss it. I want a big gin and tonic, and a modest size steak, creamed spinach, and some fabulous yarn shopping. The little duck is a vintage Steiff mohair piece that I got the Man for his birthday. He loves ducks. Really, I bought it for me, too.