Carolyn had an interesting day yesterday. It began with her awaking and saying that something bit her on her leg during the night; there were five small puncture wounds and large, itching whelps on her left leg. At worst, I hope they were are black widow spider bites, but I suppose they could be the work of a brown recluse spider. I will have to keep a close eye on her, brown recluse bites are very dangerous with, at times, fatal complications.
Later in the day she was doing some spring cleaning atop the bedroom closet while standing on a step ladder. as she came down the rungs, she thought she was on the bottom one but was actually on the second. It is something most of us who have often used a ladder have done at least once; as she mistook her distance from her foot to the floor and thinking her toes were about to touch the carpet, she turned loose of the ladder and instantly found nothing for her foot to stand on. I was in the office when I heard the booming thump. Fortunately nothing critical was broken, not even the law of gravity or her butt, but the the rules of expletive English were certainly bent. This morning she had a sore hip and even sorer disposition.
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Have a Worshday, my gentle friends.
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