Work! Work! Work!...thats all I seem to do these days. I am working on my 7th week now in a row, with no time off, except for a funeral. As soon as I get home, I hit the sack and stay there until I'm needed to help with supper.
My pain level is not too bad, and comes and goes as it pleases, but for the most part I feel that I'm on a good road to recovery.
Plans for the week? We are in the middle of refiancing the house, so there is paperwork to do.