The perk of starting my day at 6am, going for a walk with Tilly in the dark, then heading off to work, it the beautiful sunrise that was waiting for me at the top of the driveway, though waking up to sunshine and blue skies out my window at 8:30 is also a pretty good start to the day. Nevertheless, heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work I went.
My favorite part of work seems to be the birds. There are these guys inside who sometimes talk and love goldfish, and the outside bird building with a diverse crowd. They were all pet store rejects because they were born with deformities, so they get to live out long and happy lives with their birdie buddies, dogs barking, and daily love and care. There is one bird that was born quite ugly and has been living here for 20 years!
While I was playing with the critters and earning dollars, Tim was busy with his job all day - physical therapy. 45 minutes of every waking hour is spent wiggling his fingers and bending his wrist in a painful process of healing. The scar is being massaged away, the tendon scar tissue is learning to glide back and forth again, and the muscles are trying to remember what those "move" signals mean and fighting their way past the injury. It is a slow journey to recovery, but Tim is persistent. Tomorrow, Friday the 13th, is the one month anniversary of the injury. Hopefully by Christmas and New Years, his hand will be responding more normally to signals and working on gaining back strength instead of struggling to move.
(Tilly's new job is to try to be very good for Tim while I'm gone all day)
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