Owww. Stupid February.

In the space of two weeks, I've slipped twice on slick pavement and fallen to my doom. Today's adventure was bad enough it involved workman's comp, X-rays to check for fractures, crutches, and narcotics. (After the fall, not before.)

I think February has it in for me this year.

Luckily I was scheduled to be off campus tomorrow anyway, at another Illustrator class. I found out today that I can dial in and take the class from home, if all goes well. Otherwise, I have a doctor's permission to stay home the rest of the week. I may take him up on that, considering how battered and bruised I'm currently feeling.

Unfortunately that also means so far canceling a hair apt., and missing a boba tea date with Cher Mere. And sending Will and Charlie to fetch my car from work before it gets irretrievably plowed in.

I think we're still waiting for the rest of the winter storm that caused this mess, too. I will be watching it from the comfy, comfy couch.

Good news on the house front, we finally have a contractor, who has worked twice this week. And that means we have ceilings again, and insulation upstairs. Woot.