Murphy's Law

I seem to have fallen victim to Murphy’s Law. I had my entire day scheduled with little in the way of free moments. Tomorrow, we leave for vacation. Four glorious days at Presque Isle on Lake Erie. Camping, biking, reading, eating out and, thanks to my laptop, working on my novel.

What I hadn’t counted on in my tight schedule today was my husband taking a bad step while putting the cap on the truck and twisting his ankle. All plans for the morning were cancelled. Instead, I drove hubby to the urgent care center a half hour away. I’ll have to sing the praises of this place in a future post. In and out in an hour sure beats a minimum of five hours in an emergency waiting room. The news was not good. He has a broken bone in his foot and needs to see the orthopedist. He is in a splint and on crutches with orders to NOT bear weight on it. Needless to say, the camping trip is on hold. Indefinitely.

If there is any good news here, it’s that we got an appointment with the man I consider to be the best orthopedist in the world for tomorrow afternoon. It helps that between my mom and dad, my family has probably sent the man on a couple of tropical vacations. I happened to mention who my parents are and an appointment opened up.

So whether or not we go on our camping trip a few days late, a week late, or not at all is still up in the air. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.

I just know that having a grumpy hubby confined to the house on crutches does not bode well for my writing. However, I am happy to announce that prior to all this broken foot stuff, I managed to hit the bit 100 pages mark.

Any one else have any progress (or new injuries) to report?