We got home on Sunday night, but I seem to be moving in extreme slow motion. Tired from all this away-from-home business.
Sunday night we boarded the ferry in Digby, and as I was walking across the vehicle deck I managed to find a slippery spot on the deck. My front foot started sliding, I flailed around a bit and came down hard on my knees. Meanwhile, Husband is still walking along in front of me not noticing a thing. We get up to the passenger deck and find a seat and he sees I am covered in dirt. Shakes his head at clumsy wife.
No serious damage done, just scrapes and bruises, but I'm sore.
Plus, we came home to pea-soup fog. It's very dreary and depressing.
I did go down stairs to flip on my computer last night, but it didn't want to boot up for some reason. I wasn't in the mood to deal with it, and I didn't feel like dragging out my work laptop, so I just went to bed.
I'm feeling a little less stiff today and the sun is supposed to come out this afternoon (fingers crossed) so hopefully I will be back in business soon.