Sugarplum's blog

Here I sit on the sofa looking out at the blue sunny sky. I can't move around too much because of a fractured knee so I must continue to stare out the window and wish I could go out. I feel like a prisoner. I feel like a pest. I have needs, things I must do and things that need to be done like getting groceries, and doing laundry. I have a wonderful husband who has been able to drive me here and there, but he works and can't always do all the things that need to be done.