Early morning and a new world.

I woke up at 4:45 this morning. Not a big deal if you are my mom or my friend Toni, but if you are a Katrina this is not an ideal situation. On discovery that there was no chance in going to back to bed, the only thing to do is get up and start doing the million things on my to do list. Is blogging one of them? Well, NO, but it helps get the creative juices flowing. This week brought me a sunburn and a finished vegetable garden. Well, a garden's work is never done but at least everything is planted. Should I have relied on the sunblock I put on from the day before? Well, no, but don't bother me about that cause the inner admonishment over it has been going steady for the last 2 days. It's brightest peak is at my neck and the tops of my shoulders, than it runs down my arms and across the front of my chest. Blessed be that today it won't itch so bad.
My right hand also has started a protest. I'm assuming over the 15 holes I dug in my garden, but I can't be to sure. Sometimes it will protest over the darnest things. I still need to dig some garden holes for Peggy up front if the damn thing will just cooperate. But for now I must live in wrist brace city. Take massive amounts of ibuprofen and wish the pain away.
These hands are never idle. When they are pained it forces me to stop. I don't like having to slam to a halt. I have the world to conquer, but they are stubborn in their throbs. I try to negotiate with the right hand but it will have none of it. "No," it says, "I've had too much and I want a break."
I wish I could pluck off my right arm to let it rest while I go about my other business, but I am a living human being. To actually achieve this would be quite messy and not worth the effort.

I've been given more time to explore. My man is not going off to war in July. Maybe September, October. the lengthened deployment time (poor soldiers) has given him more time back here in the states. I still having a hard time believing it and absorbing all the ramifications.