Spike helped me out of a hole by typing up some of the content of the "Council package" for next week's meeting of my committee. Dictation is not one of my more accomplished skills so I'm glad to have made it safely to the end of the task. There may have been more than one or two occasions when Ms Deane felt like stabbing me with a sharp stick. I might not have blamed her. But it's done and I'm hoping to return to work next week. My GP visited in the afternoon. Linda is both surprised and pleased with the progress my buttock is making. If she's happy so am I.
This is from Nabucco (Abigaille stabbing Ismaele) but you get the drift.
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