Even though these pathetic pictures have all been taken from bed, I feel it only fair to report that in the past week, while enduring intense discomfort and sometimes excruciating pain, I have done more than eat Popsicles, take Valium and pop Percocets.
I have bathed a dog, shampooed my hair, washed my sheets and paid my bills. I have gone for coffee, seen my doctor, hiked 4 flights of stairs and had conferences with 3 of Annie's teachers. And yesterday? Yesterday I attended closing night of The Show Might Go On.
Now you may say that isn't much, but before I'm fully recovered, I do have bigger plans--they include fighting crime, saving lives, and maybe, just maybe, I'll have Proposition 8 overturned in the state of California.
I'll keep you post-opted.