I fly to Portland tomorrow morning…somehow it feels like forever since I’ve been there. Heh.
I think I’m all packed, except for the morning stuff.
Otherwise, busy productive day–went to yoga, did two more chapters of Demonhead, did four hours of freelance stuff (up at the old office–it sure is funny going to work there), emailed people all over the world. Talked to Jay a long while, he is doing very well, for feeling as physically crappy as he does.
We’re all learning so much through all this. You know?
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Not much more to say…my finger is still bandaged, so it’s hard to type. It doesn’t hurt at all, but the slice is so near the tip, I don’t want to take the bandage off. It’ll catch on something and start bleeding all over again, and I just don’t want to go there.
I am reminded of the time when I was 11 or 12, at home alone at my dad’s house way out in the country, and was running up a set of stairs made from old railroad ties. Going full speed ahead, I stubbed my big toe so hard, all the flesh on the end of it just popped off, hanging on by only a tiny flap of skin. Horrified, panicked, I slapped it back on and bandaged it hard, tight, and then didn’t look at it again for like a week. It grew back together. Not even a scar.
Yay, bodies and their healing power. 🙂