A full house today, as Sam sent out instructions on showing up for outdoor church and he wore a blue suit and a bolo tie and his favourite sneakers and a baseball hat. He looked like an adorable alien and he was nervous and a little rusty as his usual audience is twenty and at any given moment only half of us are paying attention. He did require masks and when one elderly, fully-vaccinated gentleman balked loudly, Sam went and got him a chair and put him and his bare face a good thirty-five feet away and gave him a disposable mask to hold in case he felt like putting it on and joining the group. A quick explanation that not everyone is fully vaccinated yet and we all need to protect them, and he pointed to me.
Gee, thanks. I'm anxiously awaiting my second needle and I wish they would hurry up.
Also, my hand is throbbing and so I didn't make it to the end of service and I wasn't keen on all the people anyway, or the bright sun and so I looked at Lochlan at one point and he put out his elbow for me to take and we waved goodbye to Sam who waved without breaking his cadence and we came home. Lochlan made coffee, shook out a few painkillers for me and asked if it was worse.
Yes.
Huh. I figured I'd have to work harder to get you to admit it.
No, it hurts worse. Like every time I breathe it aches but worse.
Okay, I'm going to call the doctor.
Okay.
Really? Not going to be the tough girl?
It's been a long year. I don't want to deal with any more.
Says the girl who planted tomatoes with a swollen face from wasp stings the day before. Share the load, Peanut. You have enough to worry about. You need rest. You've been going at a million miles an hour your whole life.
Is this about yester-
Maybe it is.
I'm sorry.
You don't need to be sorry. His tone is changing and I want to change the subject. Just let me help you not be in pain. Let's get you back to the doctor and see what's up and go from there. Then we'll talk about delegating.
Okay.
That's my girl.
Everyone says that.
But for them it's only wishful thinking.
True.
Love you, Peanut.
Love you Locket.