Today marks the third week since I broke my wrist and changed my life, temporarily. Luckily I didn't break the other wrist which is my dominant hand. Despite that dominance thing, however, daily life has been turned upside down. I learned that I can't cut an orange which of course meant I had to eat that slice of cake sitting in the icebox. Darn!
I can't drive - doctor's orders. I can't work - my bosses orders. It isn't all bad, in fact I can catch up on my reading, spend more time with my cats and sketch. So
I'll try to document this journey in my sketchbooks. And try to remember to post the drawings here.