Alone with My Toe

Once again, I've been guilty of a notable blogging lag. And, oh, the stories I could tell. Like about my toe. My right, big toe to be precise. The other day, while showering, I bumped the shower shelf unit that hangs on the shower door. This small, insignificant bump knocked my razor off it's spot where it careened down and sliced a half inch square (oddly square if you ask me) of flesh off the end of my toe.

I stood in the shower and watched the blood swirl down the drain and pondered on the lie that if you cut yourself while submerged in water that it doesn't hurt. Well, let me tell you. It hurts more when you get out, but it still hurts like heck.

Today, when I got up the nerve to face my razor again and shave my legs, I discovered some odd thick foreign object in my razor. AHHHHHH!!!! It was my flesh. I actually had to pull the flesh out of my razor with a pair of tweezers. (Shudder.)

But that does not tell you why I am alone. I am on vacation. All. By. Myself.

I am sitting in a hotel room, in my PJ's, typing on Wendell's laptop. I have 11 books and 3 journals/notebooks with me. I am meeting a friend from Wyview--when both our hubbies were students at BYU-- for lunch tomorrow. Then I have a massage scheduled at a day spa across the street in the late afternoon. The following day I'm having dinner in downtown Salt Lake City with my roommate from my freshman year at college, who I haven't seen in years.

Some of you will think I am insane. And some of you will envy me terribly. I want you to know I plan on sleeping in a long time. I also plan on enjoying 6 straight meals that I don't have to fix or clean up. The weird thing is, I already miss Wendell and the kids.