How many books can you carry with one hand?

If I had both hands, I would have everything moved out of the garage and put away by now.  I had the energy and motivation to do half of it yesterday!  (Oh gee it's good to be off the drugs!) As it was, there are two sets of empty shelves in the guest room which are not quite filled now, but getting close, and I walked miles carrying five books at a time in a hand basket out of the garage and into the guest room.  I'm going nuts here! 

I also found my Gray's Anatomy and looked up wrist joint under skelatal and ligaments.  Today, I'm gonna study the nerves and bloodvessels.  Knowledge is power, and even being able to name that knob at the side of my wrist (the subcutaneous presentation of the ulna) takes thing out of the scarey and puts them into the manageable.  Besides, I love saying words like metacarpal and synovial. 

Anyhow, the hospital sent me what was clearly a computer motivated pamphlet about taking care of your frail old female bones and how to protect yourself from falling, and it thoroughly pissed me off.  So now, if anyone asks how I broke it, I'm gonna say, "Skateboard on the half-pipe."  Bet the skateboard punks don't get pamphlets about being careful to sit down while you get dressed, and how you should install safety rails by the toilet to prevent accidents.  But there's probably some computer program that reads my chart, adds up female plus over 60, plus broken wrist, and automatically generates the osteoporosis packet.  Nothing like a good snit to get a lot of work done. 

And I slept really well last night.  No more drug-induced, hyper-reality, super sensually saturated dreams that leave me exhausted.  Just rest and rest and blessed rest.  Oh, I do love to sleep.

Today, I am going to walk a mile to the bank. Yay me!  And if a Starbucks chai break should happen midway, well hooray for that, too.