I was infected with a strep cellulitis infection a week or so ago. It's healing fine and I should only have a dime sized scar as a reminder, but it made even holding a pen difficult. Doing the dishes would totally fatique me and leave my arm alternately feeling like a dead weight, or with pins and needles running up and down my arm.
Its been frustrating and fascinating in equal measures. I've found the healing process a really interesting lesson on soft tissue anatomy.
It forced me to really take a break but now I'm ready to get back to work on the house. And canning for winter, which has been sadly neglected this year. While I was out of commission Papa Pan got our slab pickets up on the fence around the house, and they're waiting for my artistic vision. Darkmirror hates the fence. He doesn't have my vision, he thinks we look like we're in a fortress now. I need to take more before during and after pictures.
I'm also going to try and update here more frequently, though I might move into the Wild Culture Farm blog space.