Today is our first snow day in Fayetteville, which means Huck can now look forward to spring like the rest of us.  The lack of snow was holding him back, especially after last winter’s world record breaking 59 snow days.  Or 12.  I’m hazy on the details.  This is what I do know:  I’m on Day 6 of surgery recovery and it’s nice to have some lazy company in my midst.

Recovery has been easier than I expected, as it turns out several things I’d read about this surgery online were from five or more years ago.  So many improvements have been made since then, making me suddenly thankful I waited as long as I did.  I stopped taking the narcotic painkillers on Day 3, which helped my brain focus and my action-movie dreams subside, and now I rely on ibuprofen and many naps to get me through the day.  It’s poor Troy who’s working the hardest around here.  I am under strict orders not to sneeze or do any physical activity, so along with his regular work and rehearsal schedule, he’s also doing every household chore imaginable.  (I showed him how to work our washing machine.)  My only complaint about his work ethic is that when he cleans my top secret stitches hidden behind my ear that now sticks out a bit, his mouth begins making all kinds of percussion and woodwind instrument sounds as if he’s his own easy listening radio station.  I call this Mouth Band, and it’s a testimony to how well my formally called “bad ear,” currently filled with protective packing, can still hear.

Once our town decides it’s safe to drive on the roads, I will slowly return to work this week.  I got a taste of what it’s like to be a normal person on our beautiful spring-like Valentine’s Day when I actually took a shower and put on clothes for a few hours.  What fun all you normal people have!  By 7:00 that evening, though, I crashed hard and sadly climbed back into my sick bed to hibernate for a couple more days.  And if this means Mom isn’t up and about to locate the real sled, thank goodness for dogfood bags.