Concussions and such

I hate those moments in life that we file under "It sucks to be an adult." R has recovered from her ER trip for knocking herself senseless falling out of her Daddy's hammock. I didn't panic which is good. A good thing that came of it, was in my worry, I fixed my Dad's quilt (which I've had for several years) and got a good start on another strip quilt. Productive nervous energy. I guess I could have cleaned the house while I waited to hear an update. Of course, I was sewing like a fiend and yesterday, R acted perfectly normal, well normal for her. Oh well....