It isn’t uncommon for me to not leave the house for several days, working submissions, researching markets, maybe getting a little work done on my WIP. So why should it matter that I can’t get out of the house except with help, and involving a whole bunch of logistics.
I don’t see why it should make a difference, but it does. The difference between being FORCED to do something and doing it because it is convenient to do so. But just because I am now trapped by a stupid spur-of-the-moment decision doesn’t mean the Lord didn’t know I was going to do it. How else to explain why it was so important to include a ramp when we rebuilt the front porch. Nobody needed one, but I thought we were reaching an age when somebody might. Somebody does.
Why else would it suddenly become so important to put a dog door in so Frisky can get out himself when the occasion demands instead of me having to get up and let him out? Why else was it important to get things set up so I can either work from my recliner in the living room or from the study? Why else indeed?
It’s a good time for it, the weather is supposed to be really lousy this week so why not stay in? After a Christmas season spread out over several weekends following by a terrific trip to go see my grandson baptized I am badly in need of doing catch-up. This should facilitate that nicely although a few of the tasks involved with hard copy submissions become a little more logistically difficult.
How long this situation will last seems to depend on what I hear back on the cat scan as to whether surgery will be required or not. If no, the recovery time is supposed to be shorter. I am going to have to cancel one program I was set to give and awaiting word on another one. Just see what happens, I guess.
I don’t suppose it should make that much of a difference, well, except for the discomfort.