Re-Thearch Thursday! Hmmm. I Might Need To Resurrect That Notion for the Next Four Months.

You can't leave me alone in an office. I will take every opportunity to be an idiot, including getting a photo with the x-ray...this one before they took another.

All is well. There is a chipped bone, but the tendon is okay. I'm in a little splint and cast now for a couple of weeks. Funny stuff...but no surgery...no re-breaking. Just healing.

Now bandaged (but Casey thinks I have the world's littlest cast. Don't tell her I don't. I like to prey on her naiveté).

Meanwhile, it's easier to type with the new splint and wrap. I can sort of use my pinky more.  And Dr. Ryan Colwell and I are about 96% done with our professional development on opinion writing for the Trumbull school district. I'm using that as my distraction before I delve knee deep into my own research, which is what I'm thinking I should do throughout this sabbatical. I will spend my Thursdays doing more research on all the areas I'm writing about. That's the thought for today anyway.

Well, my other thought is to get more playdates for the dog. Cynde was right...Glamis is totally bummed without her canine buddies. She's missing the wrestling, tug-o-war, and chasing. She about drove me nuts this morning wanting to eat my ears as I wrote. She was good while I trained her to stay, come, and fetch today, however. Also, I did Chitunga's trick and ate with the vacuum cleaner at my side. It worked. No dog bothering me for scraps and handouts. Instead, she ran upstairs and hid under my bed.

Pinky swear. And I can do that now because I'm healing.

One day at a time. The NFL can't wait to get me back. Ha.