All is silent in the little green house on the corner, save for the rumble of the washing machine in the garage. Beloved is off to work and Girl has left for school. It's just the dog, the cat, and I.
All is well.
My pain is so very limited to certain movements, such as getting out of bed, that one would hardly believe I've had surgery. I have scars to prove it though and a weak and tired body that refuses to do more than walk a few laps around the kitchen. I'm hoping that Beloved will take me for a short walk outside when he returns this afternoon.
Of course, I'll have to do something with my Albert Einstein hair first. Which will require more strength than I believe I possess at the moment.
There are so many things I would like to do, such as sweeping the floors or cleaning the bathroom. Alas, simply making breakfast wore me out today.
Perhaps I'll simply watch a movie and snooze.
That sounds like a better idea.