Day 154 —In fact, it's Day 158 Someone Call 911

I can imagine your response... "Heavens to Mergatroyd!; there's a four day break in this daily blog and you return with a floorscape so soon after posting one only two days previous on Day 152!" Trust me, there is a a very good reason for this because it was my interminable association with the floor itself that resulted in my four-day hospital stay and absence from blogging. I had stumbled due to an ischemic stroke—lack of bloodflow to the little grey cells—due to blocked carotid arteries. My left side was no longer a contibuting appendage for forward propulsion... I had become the cliché that had often provided me a private giggle—I'd fallen and I couldn't get up! Despite my protest, sanity prevailed and 911 was called and the rest is medical history. I am home now with extra pints of sobering blood circulating through my long-parched brain thanks to a well-placed stent. So I post here an image of the floor that supported me when all else failed and I shall continue to admire and praise it's inherent beauty and, of course, perfect function.

Nikon D7000 (Nikkor 18-200) 1/125, f5.6, ISO 320, 27mm