What an awful week. Just awful. I broke my foot on Monday and have been miserable. Went to an orthopedist Friday and any hope I did have of a quick recovery were dashed. Wouldn't you know, I break my foot in the worst spot possible and it's going to take longer than the typical 6 weeks to heal, IF, if it heals at all. WHAT? Yeah, I'll get a screw in my foot if it doesn't heal. And now, since I live alone and in a townhouse with multiple floors, I'm back home with my parents for awhile. Thankfully they have a huge house (my childhood home) and are retired so they have all the energy and time in the world to dote over their youngest daughter. It's just been awful trying to get around. It's my right foot so I can't drive. I have to stay totally off of it so it's a hassle getting anywhere. Ugh. The good news is I'm forced to stay on my butt and have a lot of freetime on my hands. I haven't been able to get at my computers since the incident but now that I'm at my parents and I have my computer and a nifty wifi card to entertain myself again. I had started a new lot before I broke my foot. Now I can get back to it. So far it's looking like another TSRAA attempt and it's coming along nicely. I think. If I remember right. Doh. You know, it's times like this that you learn you can really only count on family. I've always depended on me and only me and it kills me to ask for help. Honestly, I have no choice now. I'm thankful I have some place to go to help this long recovery go better.