Still in the Dark, But a Glimmer of Light at the End of the Rumpus Tunnel

Hick came home Thursday afternoon without a light bulb. He forgot. He SAID the menu for the Senior Center was out in his truck. Prompting me to say, "Oh, I'll run right out and get it!" My rumpus declined. Funny how Hick went back out to bring in some soda, and STILL didn't bring in that menu. 

My rumpus was not acting up quite so badly. I'd estimate it was at 90% of the previous day's pain. As long as I stayed bent over, grasping any furniture or wall within reach, I could slowly navigate my hillbilly mansion without the breathtaking shooting pain. The foot numbness was still there, though.

When I lay down for my 20-minute nap, I was able to stay on my left side! That was NOT an option the day before, when the only relief I could find was on my back, with a fist jammed under my left rumpus cheek, and my neck bent sideways. This time, I lasted 10 minutes on my side, and could lie on my back with the rumpus unpropped. I even stretched another 10 minutes out of that position, until Hick came in from POOLIO and made noise taking a shower.

The Universe must have some kind of plan in the works. Hick had actually sent me a text from town, asking if I wanted him to bring anything home. Yes. Four crossword scratchers. Normally, I would get them from two different places. Hick got them all at the Sis-Town Casey's. Numbers 43, 44, 45, 46.

Number 43 - LOSER

Number 44 - LOSER

Number 45 - WON $10

Number 46 - WON $50

Heh, heh! You know that irritated Hick! He so rarely buys a winner, but has been trying since winning $40 a week ago. He has since put that money back into tickets, and it is gone. Now he has brought me a nice profit, while I sit home on a damaged rumpus.

You can keep Val's rumpus out of town, but you can't keep the luck out of Val's rumpus.