I dart about in the mornings, weeding here and there - mostly the little, easy-to-reach stuff. Then I scramble and get ready for work. So, Monday morning I arrive at work with a terrifically itchy hand. Looks like something bit me. I think nothing of it. Until the top of my hand swells up, cartoon-like. Hmmm. I do what I always do under these circumstances. I ignore it. By the afternoon, I have tied a little bag of ice on it, which makes typing interesting. It actually reminded me of having to walk with a book on my head - it makes your wrists all nice and straight. This morning, it was still swollen and itchy, so, apparently, ignoring it didn't make it go away. (That is SUCH a surprise!) I briefly thought of going to the nearest Urgent Care facility after my mammogram and bone density scan (it was such a delightful morning...) but I really can't take too much medical attention. So I stopped at the drug store and picked up some Benadryl. I've spent most of the day trying to stay awake and the swelling is ever so slightly less. i am taking that as a good sign.
I've been canning blueberries morning and evenings. I am finally done, with 16 pints all nice and lined up and labeled, for a change. I had the last batch in the canner at 9P last night and when I took the lid off, one of the jars had broken and there was blueberry juice and blueberry blobs floating all over the place. I hate it when that happens! I fished out the good jars, slapped the lid on the pot and left it for morning. In all my years of canning, I think that has happened twice. When I dumped it out, the bottom of the jar had come off in one neat piece. Amazing.
I would say that I just can't wait to see what the rest of the week has in store, but I would probably jinx myself. Damn! Just did!