Late today and  no weather report as I haven’t been outside.  My travels are limited. I get a glimpse of the kitchen every now and then but most of my time is spent in the den. I do take a few side trips to the bathroom but they’re a necessity. A couple of naps break up the day. Gracie joins me on the couch. If I were little again, I’d probably be coloring  or playing paper dolls.

My extensive medical background led me to believe the site of the incision would hurt. That it doesn’t, I find disconcerting. Mind you, I’m not complaining, just observing.

My hospital bed had a lovely view of the tops of two smaller buildings and a walkway between them. I consider it a personal triumph that I was never bored enough just to look. I didn’t read any papers while I was there, and I lost all word retrieval skills and managed to finish only the top third of a  crossword puzzle from the book I bought. That last part hasn’t yet changed. I keep typing gobbledygoop, which I guess is appropriate given the season but triples or more my writing time while I try and figure out what in the heck I’m trying to say.

Well, my posts are small and will be for a bit until I live my life in less of a fog. I do admit, though, I’m not minding  the fog.