The surgeon told me not to drive, so today I did not go to church and I did not go to the play. Instead, I stayed home and babysat so #1 daughter could have lunch with a friend.
The Baby is figuring out how to stack the rings on her stacking toy.
She was also playing with The Economist and a set of five-pound weights, two of her favorite things when she’s at my house.
We also had stories and songs and she kicked a soccer ball around the house while gurgling with laughter.
I have five appointments in the coming week, and then the week of surgery and Thanksgiving. Both excellent jolly events to which I am looking forward. The surgeon also told me to look forward to the surgery. I’m doing it.
The other mental planning involves working hard and balancing said hard work with judicious amounts of solitary slothfulness.