Waiting…

Pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve in my lower back, sufficiently badly to land me in the Sealand General ER on Monday night.  Had the benefit of sage counsel from afar to help me through it, but I pulled out the pencil and paper to help fill the time as well, and alone and cold, half-dressed, in a concrete room full of crutches and cast saws, I found her:

A bit sparse perhaps. But all in all, I’d rather be spending the holidays with her than with Raphaela McGrumpyfists down there.