To hear, ‘Do not attempt to sell,’
Does not sound well to writers;
But light attempts, as I can tell,
May lead to cellulitis!
On Friday I was full of the joys of – er – late summer and romping around with the kids. On Saturday I was shivering uncontrollably with a swollen and very painful lower leg and foot. I went to bed and slept through the day. This put me into the habit, so I slept the night, and most of Sunday and that night too.
After a painful visit to the doctor on Monday, hobbling on crutches, I now need to spend a whole week with my foot higher than my heart, flapping it at regular intervals – foot, not heart.
I also have to consume about two tons of penicillin. Sixty capsules seems like that, anyway.
Unless I can get a wifi link and some sort of lap tray, that puts paid to internet, and also preparing posts generally. Doing the above on an unfamiliar laptop placed on the bed next to me took about three hours.
Next day: I have since organised a plank propped up by piles of books, which does improve my speed a bit. Typing with eyes only slightly above the level of the keyboard remains a challenge. Still, I have been able to put in a lot of editing.
Day after: The plank on a tight roll of towels on one side, and on a clarinet case on the other, works better. My laptop is set up for wifi, but will not speak to the one my desktop has, do what I may. The current plan therefore involves a conjuring act using both laptops and a portable hard drive. I wonder if a post may finally happen?
By the way, ever tried to get a reasonable rhyme for ‘cellulitis’? If you venture things like, ‘tell too bright is’ they simply don’t work.