Abnormally concise

I published that without saying anything - I'm not that concise.

I drove and made it home with moderate pain. The ankle is OK, but the muscles in my legs protested the stretches.

Walking is difficult. I hobble and it hurts. This means the gigantic boot will - against my fervent hopes - be traveling with me.

Mom just went to bed after crying. I hate that her knees still bother her so much. I'm growing to hate her surgeon.

I met Smallest One. She is small. And sleepy. And absolutely perfect.

Little One is sick, but getting better. We joined them for dinner and I cuddled and talked and played and wondered if I really want kids or not. Seems like a lot of work on a day where I was achy and tired and wanted to rest.

My flight is at 6:15 tomorrow morning. So now I must sleep.

Oh, and my word ceased to become important to me, though I still have no idea what it is. Nice when that works out, yes?