I want to yell "I HAD BRAIN SURGERY". I don't know why I feel this way. It is just so strange that it happened to me. I mean, honestly, never ever in my wildest dreams would I have imagined having a brain tumor. What the fuck!?
Okay, got that out of my system. I guess I am still recovering. I have not driven a car since March (I think). I was going to drive up to the grocery store today while Nick was out today, but I sat and knitted instead. I don't feel like I am doing much lately. I knit and watch TV. Every now and then I unload the dishwasher if Nick hasn't beat me to it. I do laundry. It is alright. Good even. I don't really get bored. Yet. I think that this is what I have sort of imagined over all the years I was raising kids and doing housework. I always used to think of how wonderful it would be to just be able to knit or sew and not be interrupted.
I do get annoyed and frustrated by the same stuff that has always bothered me. Thinking (feeling) that my way it the right way. I guess I can work on that!
It's almost 2:00 am. I don't know why I stay up so late so often. Oh well, I have done this forver it seems.
Tomorrow is our last meal from church folks. It has been so nice to feel so cared for, but I am ready to let them stop. Monday I actually cooked dinner, for the first time in forever. Nick worked, and I knew he would be tired, so I put together a decent dinner. Maybe I will do that again one day!
Alright. Time for bed. Nite nite!