Back is almost 75% healed. Can’t put on my socks or lift and turn with any weight carried but, generally speaking, I could walk a block to the store and bring home a loaf of bread. But, of course, out here that is not an option so I am just talking big. Still, for all intents and purposes the healing is underway and I am gonna be fine.

The leg is still a mess but, it too, is healing. Pretty well, I think. It oozes out of the burned area a kinda honey-coloured resin goo that seems to be like a natural fibreglass and that stiffens up the burn area considerably. With the skin thus stabilized, my leg then tends to try to knit the edges of the damaged area together in some magic and invisible way. The problem is that the leg has to move. Can’t avoid it. And, when that happens, you tend to ‘crack’ the glaze and it feels as if you are tearing duct tape off it. I have to say, the leg is healing but it is making me cry like a little girl in the process.

Unless someone is within earshot in which case I just grimace.

I was lucky. I’ll be fine. Just another stupid-man-thing that didn’t go as bad as it could have. But it hasn’t been easy on the old pudding.

Monday she went to work at the Post Office. Did it again Wednesday. Tuesday she went to Comox for the BIG shop before our next set of guests. She left at 8:00 am and, after stopping at ten stores or more, got home at 8:00 pm arriving by loaded-to-the-gills small boat. Then, while I looked on in pathetic impotence, she schlepped it all into the house and put it away. Having a partner is a good thing. Having a great partner is a gift. Having Sally is no less than a miracle blessing.

And today is all-housework-day for the guests coming.

I am definitely going to wash the dishes more often in future. Probably.