Well, that's not entirely true. I'm healing, and that takes it out of me, so I'm constantly doing something.

But now all the email has been read. And while I know I need to start up the marketing machine and get my ducks in a row for the book release, I can't seem to bend my mind into that coordination. And I know its too soon, but I'm at a bit of a loose end and don't want to take a nap yet. Nor am I up for reading just yet, though yesterday I flew through a book.

Ah. The Vicodin is kicking in, so if I get a bit weird in my verbiage, that's why...

A neighbor kindly brought over 5 quarts of home made, frozen different soups the night before I went in for surgery. I had a wild rice soup with sausage today - fabulous, filling, and healthy. The people I work with had Reds BBQ delivered - enough food for the family for lunches/dinners until the end of the week. Another neighbor has promised to be my driver until I get the go-ahead to drive (not until Jan 24th!!! boo).

People are being endlessly kind and it is such a comfort.

It's all down hill now - the recovery, the slipping into my new life. I feel I am being reborn into a better version of me if that makes sense. Part of it is the solstice and the eclipse and the new year - having the surgery before all that means a lot now.

It's funny - while I was in bed last night by 8, I didn't really feel myself relax into sleep until hubby came to bed an hour or so later. I'd been sleeping, I know I had been - but once he was there, once I could feel his body heat next to mine, everything inside me just let go.

Finally, I was home, and all was right with the world.