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Happy Holidays, everyone! I can't believe it's almost Christmas!
This is my brain right now: LOL!
But seriously! I can't focus on anything!
On Friday, a car is coming at 7am to take me to Newark Airport. I've got a 10:15am flight to the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank, California. Only one stop in Phoenix.
I'm SO excited! It's my first time in CA!
After I hop off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan . . . just PRETEND I'm going to LAX. ;)
I'm staying with friends who have become family--my "Cali Barn Mafia" that consists of Joey, Suzie, Lex, and Gracie. I've only met Joey in person a few times, but it feels as though I know everyone. Maybe the FaceTime chats help. :) I won't miss the cold, but it will be weird to wear a t-shirt and not a sweater on Christmas. Weird in a way that I'm excited to try.
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So. It was almost ten. I was in PJs and just ready to get back to writing.
Then Mr. Frank brought me dinner. He forgot to get me a napkin and despite my protests, he started back down this stairs to get one.
I heard a yelp and crash and bolted out of my apt.
Frank had fallen ten or twelve steps. His left ring finger was bent at the knuckle at a 90 degree angel. If I hadn't been running on adreline, I would have passed out. His left ankle was rapidly becoming the size of a basketball.
I got him back of up the stairs--barely--and he told me where to get his ID, credit card, etc.
I changed out of my PJs and called for a car. We went to a hospital in the 60s on Third or Fourth Ave in Brooklyn.
They took xrays. And drew blood. And fixed his dislocated finger.
Thankfully, he only has a fractured foot. Not saying that his injury is awesome, but if def beats the alternative--if he'd tripped and gone down head first. His back is brushed all up and down his spine (owweee) and he's g…