I spent Sunday watching old movies and keeping my foot elevated, in between several replenishing naps. I haven’t heard or thought of Andy Hardy for years and there he was chasing the pretty girls again. I wonder if he's still around?
Yesterday the weather was exceptional so the pups and I played ball on the front lawn, the first time since last fall. I didn’t move much with my foot; they do all the work anyway chasing and fetching the ball and returning it to me. The snow is now gone in the lower field and it was a bit soggy but the pups didn’t care and I was knee deep in rubber boots.
My computer died Saturday night. I’ve been having problems with it for a few weeks and didn’t spare the time to get it fixed. All I get is a black screen with my cursor dancing across it. I hope they can fix it with my files intact as I’ve several chapters of the ABC’s Of Rug Hooking Book on there and of course didn’t do a backup! I took it to Bridgewater this morning and my fingers, legs and eyes are crossed for a happy ending. Hubby has a home computer so I don’t have to go into serious withdrawal but I like the keyboard on mine because I can type a mile a minute. They said they would run diagnostics overnight and let me know the problem in the morning. I don’t know what hurt the most, ripping off that baby toenail or losing the use of my computer.