I was doing so well. I had an entire month, which includes spring break, before the next run of events. I had cut out Neale's under tunic and new dress tunic. I had started trying to cut out a cothardie, then realized that I didn't have enough material, but I could use that material for Neale's jerkin. I was going to go look at a site for the candlelight bid, and I should have a Star Trek uniform for Mid South Con.

Then, some jerk made a left turn across traffic into my lane. Now, my car is totaled. My wrist is broken, and I have a friction burn on my face. I have to have surgery to replace a shattered bone with a metal plate. I will miss an entire month of work.

But I'm lucky. I have the best husband in the world, who has been nothing short of wonderful. My family has been fantastic. My friends have been wonderfully kind and supportive.

I'm not where I wanted to be. I am frustrated at not being able to use my right hand, but I will be ok.