Rusty

OK, so by now you probably know that my right arm's been in a sling for about a week. This morning, I woke up sore--not sore in my dislocated shoulder, but in my perfectly healthy elbow. It's getting stiff from being frozen in the same awkward position night & day. So this morning I woke up at 5am stiff & sore & thinking of the tin man (pre-Dorothy.)

It has been almost two years since we've hit the road. It doesn't seem that long in my head, but we're rusty, stiff. It's taking a little longer to pack the car, remember the routine, hit our stride. And of course, it's taking a whole lot longer to blog with one left hand.

It's 10a now, and my arm's feeling better after working it a bit. The girls have had their coffee & we're going to spend some time in prayer. I could end this on some analogy about the tin man's oil, but it'd be cheesy & awkward, because I'm rusty.