Seriously, I swear. I'm just not doing very well right now. The new painkiller does its job, but there is this small window in which I have pain relief AND am not too sick to move, and I have to try and cram a full day through that window every time I see it open. Knowing that everyone has already lowered their expectations of me but that I'm STILL managing to let folks down is sobering. Hang with me just a few more days, and I really think I'll be back.
We got back to our HOME on Monday evening, and I needed about a day and a half to recover. I still can't do much. Managed to prepare pancakes for Alex's dinner tonight and felt like I'd accomplished some sort of Herculean feat of strength, and then had to lie down and "spin" for a while (at least I feel like I'm spinning, though Alex assures me I'm remaining stationary).
We're having some issues with our wireless thingie (looks like a squat blue bunny, says "LINKSYS" on the front, you know the guy), so if I want to use the computer I have to go and--get this--SIT UP for the time I'm on it, so that's why you haven't seen me. Because the sitting up is not so much happening with me for extended periods of late. And I can't upload our mazillion pictures from the trip yet because they're on the 1GIG memory stick for which we have not the correct cable. It is coming in the mail, though (the cable), so as soon as I have it, you will be inundated to the point of sickness with the pictures. In the meantime, I'll post the ones my sister took to my flickr site.
I have four-hundred-and-eleventy-trillion emails waiting for my attention, many with subjects such as, "HEY!" "WHERE ARE YOU?" "ARE YOU OK?" and "WHERE THE HECK IS MY STUFF?" I'll start working my way through those (probably backward) A.S.A.P., I promise.
On the topic of BlogHer, I kinda can't imagine going feeling like this, but I'll try to make the final decision soon, so that someone can get use of my tickets if I can't. And yes, I'll do my best to make the trip. Swear.
Oh, and here's a little video. Bella had planted a spontaneous kiss on Grayson's cheek earlier, so of course while we were taking pictures, Andrea and I tried to STAGE it. This is one incarnation of the picture we got from that effort:And here was the behind-the-scenes "true story." Please notice my sister and I in unison drawling, "Do it again, but sloooooooooowly." Such fine directors we are.