Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens

October 27, 2005


The problem with spending lots of time at home (alone) recovering from foot surgery is that nothing interesting happens. Thus, no LJ updates.

I mean, I could talk about my cats and their complete inability to understand that they are NOT allowed to fall asleep on my bandaged foot.

Or I could talk about the fact that my house is getting messier and messier by the hour and there’s just about nothing I can do about it. Except maybe hire someone to come in and clean, and I’m just about ready to pick up the phone and do that.

I could talk about working from home. The fact that I’m trying and not succeeding very well. šŸ˜›

I did read 6 or so books my first 4 days at home… all of Asimov’s Foundation series, and the latest Robert Jordan Wheel Of Time installment (sooooo anti-climactic).

I’ve watched WAY too much TV.

I’ve listened to cars and buses and people and dogs and strollers outside my windows on the street below.

Oooh. Good thing – I’ve listened to the rain falling in the middle of the night when all the traffic has decently quit the field.

Bonk is cuddled up on my good leg, and she’s snoring. I can feel the vibration of her breathing in my foot. šŸ™‚

Went to the doc today and had my dressing changed. The incision is healing well he says. He also says that the neuroma he removed from the ball of my foot was 3cm x 1.5 x 0.6. Don’t ask — I have do idea whatsoever how the hell that fit inside my foot.

Deb is home safe now. She’s got a bunch of surgery to go yet, but she’s bearing up really well.

I have too much food in my fridge. I shopped online and had Safeway deliver food to me. Inexplicably though, none of it has seemed appealing since it was delivered on Saturday. Go figure.

Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens is a swing song. I could change it to Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Kittens and it would be slightly more appropriate, but too cutesy. I fantasize about dancing every day. Multiple times a day in fact. Especially with safe-dancing-guy.

Oh yeah. And changing the kitty-litter while on crutches is truly comedic. šŸ˜‰


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