The King at BreakfastThere is not a lot of upside to be stuck at home recovering from surgery. I have had plenty to do since I was given a Sudoku set (a very nice one, too), and of course I have lots to read. But it was still nice to have three beautiful women come visit me, even if they all are married. But who gets all the attention? Edgar, of course. And he loved it. I'm just not as cute as he is, unfortunately. Even now he knows I'm writing about him, so he is whistling at me. He's gotten even more spoiled since I've been forced to stay home so much recently. He won't be so happy tomorrow when I will drive for the first time since my surgery to go do errands and go to a doctor's appointment. But he will adjust.
There really is very little pain now, although some definite discomfort. I just don't like the idea of being cut open and having something put in me. I am very squeamish and have difficulty even thinking about it. At least it's over, and maybe in a few months I won't even remember it. Uh huh. Sure I won't. I'll forget it as soon as pigs can fly. Anyway, thank you for all your kind thoughts, they are much appreciated. And more thanks for those of you who came bearing gifts. You know who you are. Muchas gracias, or for those who know pinyin, xie xie.
After all the attention Edgar received, he truly does believe he is King now, and I but his humble servant.
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