Wild… it’s only been two weeks since the surgery, but it feels like it was a couple months ago. I’m not sure if that is part of the recovery process or some other thing. Some days I feel great; other days (like yesterday) I feel soooo bad. No bad-hurting, but bad-unworthy, sort of depressed. I assume that was a combination of really poor sleeps and a cloudy gray overcast day. And probably also due to lack of exercise. I’ve not been walking like I should, and my body reminds me of that fact. 🙁

Last night I went to bed a little before 10:00 and woke a little before 4:00 — so just about six hours sleeping in bed. And that’s in spite of dozing and napping off and on through the day yesterday. But I do feel better about myself today, so that’s a good thing.

And I discovered my navel has returned almost to centerline, which is personally exciting. I hated that the first surgery sent my navel almost an inch right-of-center, but I’m guessing that that might have been a result of piss-poor incisional healing of the various muscle layers. No matter. I’m happy that my navel is almost back in its correct location. 🙂

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday of the year, but now I really don’t care. I am particularly frustrated this year with so many people ignoring safety precautions and acting like it is okay to travel, to visit others, and spread potential viruses all over the country.

I am also frustrated with those who must have Thanksgiving at that house or with those people, serving these special dishes. It’s bullshit. Thanksgiving is spent wherever you happen to find yourself, sharing whatever foods are brought together with whomever shows up. And you do it ON Thanksgiving Day — don’t spread it out over 3 or 4 days, having to gather here, then gather there, then accommodate someone else’s work schedule on some other day, blah blah blah.

Most Thanksgivings I spend alone, having leftovers or whatever I happen to have in the kitchen, and then watch the National Dog Show on TV. It is quiet, it is predictable, and I have learned that I am better off not dealing with the drama of “family bullshit”.