Life gets in the way

Isn't that a song lyric or something? Life gets in the way of living? If it's not it should be because it's catchy and it's true.

My case in particular has me dealing with a houseful of people who aren't feeling well. I've often lamented the pain of being the least sick person in a house full of sick people. You always have to do all the stuff because you're the least incapacitated. I'll tell you, walking the dog on a winter night with a fever is no fun at all, but someone's gotta do it.

I'm not actually sick at the moment, but I sprained my right thumb a few weeks ago and it has refused to get better, leading me to try to keep it immobilized. All I have to say about this is, try getting through a day without using the thumb on your dominant hand and see how that works. Try buttoning something or even putting that thing on in the first place. Try holding a glass. Try preparing, eating or ridding your body of food. Try washing your hair. Try typing. Or writing. And remember that I essentially write for a living.

And you know how when you hurt one leg the other starts to hurt because you're favoring it? Guess what? Some thing with hands!