Crawl. Walk. Run.

It’s been 4 weeks since I have written. Or bathed.

It’s been 4 weeks since Ginny’s back surgery.

Thanks to all who have served us so well. Meals have been made, laundry folded. Sure, it’s a bit of a downer when you realize that a friend of the opposite gender folded your tightey-whiteys. I haves opted to frame this panicked moment of comprehension as the moment our friendship grew larger (you know who you are & there are more than one of you I am afraid). I am also suddenly motivated to going s...