Before This Is Over
Basically an event free night's sleep. I was wondering, you know, if I needed rubber sheets or something, but last night was uneventful - got up once to go the bathroom - so the anticipation seems to have been worse than the reality. Home now from having coffee and a bagel down the way, not the coffee shop in the Grand Lake theater area, not the recent one at the bottom of my street, but another beyond the local 7 - 11 look alike. A longer walk wearing jockey shorts and one of these pad things, camera over shoulder, taking one possibly interesting shot walking back. I will go out early this afternoon for a similar jaunt. Time to get back into some kind of shape. Hup! Time to get on with the rest of this day, as much of it as I am able. (Hup!)
I'm sitting here at the computer with less difficulty. Up to now it's been physically uncomfortable to sit in a typing position and the mind hasn't been willing to focus. I'm thinking I should be able to get around again this coming Monday which will mark three weeks since the operation. That leaves three more weeks to build up the strength (Hup!), and to complete some of the things I threatened to complete while my body was reassembling into some semblance of self. My poor artandlife site, for example. I have the photographs. I just need to find them, scan them and get them into Photoshop. If not now, when? Mumble
Later. Well, sleeping is the first step in solving this incontinence business. Standing seems to be the second. Laughter, I think, is the third. Not to worry, I guess, about the laughter, but I'm going to go through more than a few sets of jockey shorts before this is over.
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