Aha! I've reached a benchmark in my recovery. I can touch my toes! I can scrub my feet! I can crawl on my belly to find the screw that attaches Lucy's food dish to her cage.

This means that we need to start planning a trip to Dallas to help my sister with the estate sale at my mother's house.

Lucy hasn't gone to Dallas yet. The trip is an hour or so longer than the trip to the coast. It will be hard on a little girl.