The view from here.
Sitting at my desk, piled up with papers and stuff I have managed to avoid for two months. Generally I have no aversion to piles, but this mess is a bit out of control. At this point however, even a messy desk is a happy desk and I am glad to be here.
I am up and about, moving around the house slowly. I am able to sit, and to stand and walk. Bending over is not so good. I am probably best sitting with standing being second. it strikes me as one of those somewhat quirky twists of fate, that after two months of being flat on my back and unable to sit or stand, I am now able to sit and stand to my hearts content but I cannot get comfortable lying down.
I am sure this will not last for two months, although 72 hours post surgery is probably still too soon for comfort. In the meantime I am tired but happy and will write more after I have caught up on sleep.
