My DH had a little surgery this week (is that an oxymoron?), and I'm playing nursemaid while I try to get my manuscript printed, packaged, and mailed.
What does this mean? Probably no blogging for a bit. Like they said on Eureka: "Time and space are relative, and they both are money." What does that mean? Sounds profound so tack on your own interpretation.
Sling Words out.