I am home. I am doing okay, just wishing I had a few more days behind me. Still very sore, occasionally nauseous... blech. Mom is leaving on Monday, but Mike and my boys are here.
I laugh that I decided to try to post every day the week before I had major surgery. Good gravy, Laura, you're an optimist all the way.
I haven't even thought of writing. Sitting here doing this is all I can muster up at the present, then it's back to sleeping or shuffling around the house trying to pretend I don't hurt.
Honestly, life is good. I am blessed beyond measure. Others have it so much rougher.