We did not loss any important people this year. However, the loss of the cabin is hitting harder now that the weather is very cold -going down to -4 this week - and no toilet means no time in the country and this is a terrific downer for me. Add in the six months of coughing from environmental stuff and being really sick through most of our beautiful fall weather, I am not in great shape. I feel powerless as I have neither the energy to do the work nor the money to have it done and, in any case, it is not my prerogative. We have not been to the mill in two weeks and I am hoping my plants are still alive; there is enough heat but water? I never got to see the fushia open.

I spent the entire weekend waiting for R to be ready to go down so got almost nothing done. Then, yesterday afternoon, when I thought, "Well we are not leaving now so I can go make pots." But first I went outside to check on snow removal and my car, slipped and fell on my bum right shoulder. Nothing broken!!!!! But the pain was close to the screaming level. I took MSM and it settled down. But I could not lift my arm until this morning. The MSM continues to control the pain; I am on to something for the ongoing discomfort; might even clear the problem.

The two young men who rushed to pick me up deserve kudos - for kindness and for giving me the utmost respect of following my directions on how to do it so no further pain or damage would be done. I was lying in bed this morning thinking about how wonderful they were.

This afternoon, I took a hot bath with hopes that I could find a way out of the tub again. The strategies we can find when we need them. Then I went back to bed. Still rather stultified and feeling the other places that were jarred by the fall. Poor R. I did phone him but there was nothing he could do so he kept working -but made himself a nice salad when he got home and offered me one but I wanted comfort food. He spread Nutella on some special cookies for me and later I had good store-bought humous and lime chips. Could not use right arm at all. Now I can - cautiously, with as little movement as possible; my upper arm is mentally tied to my side to give it healing time.

The noise of snow removal equipment has been almost constant the last couple days and it is getting to me. I suppose the TV would mask it but nothing on. Maybe music. I so prefer silence that it does not occur to me that I can play music on the computer.

Arm is tired. Much better today; maybe we will get to the mill tomorrow if I can shift gears.