How do I know? Because the stinkleys don't spend more than an hour outside at a time. It seems like no sooner do I let them out and get comfortable in my chair then I see a furry face pop up in the window saying "let me in mumma - it's cold and wet out here". We got a little bit of snow the other day which reminded me that I need to get to Cabela's and get a set of slip on grippers for my shoes or I'll be skating down my porch steps. I also dropped my winter coat off at the alteration shop to have the zipper removed and replaced with buttons to make it easier to fasten and bought some mittens (I need to practice getting the left one on over my balled up fist).

I'm done with therapy until after the first of the year (my insurance will only pay for 60 visits a year) which is sort of a good thing because now I can concentrate on getting back to full time at work. I still go to the pool everyday and do my arm exercises and some swimming to keep in shape.

Trying to cook one handed is becoming a pain in the patootie since I'm trying to cook real food as opposed to frozen dinners and packaged meals. Lots of stuff is NOT made to be opened one handed. My son is beginning to dread the phrase "Carl, I require your assistance".