Recovery from the surgery is going a bit more slowly* than anticipated. Walking makes my ear throb, as I learned yesterday when I went out briefly to buy toothpaste and mail a letter. Probably I shouldn't have done two weeks of accumulated laundry either, necessitating numerous trips to the basement and leaning into the machines to extract and untangle sheets and towels. My plan was to return to work today to teach my afternoon class, but I've had to email the secretary to say I can't make it. Three hours of entertaining sulky 19-year olds would have done me in, and I have to save my energy for Friday's class with the Chinese English teachers.
So, I've bundled up, put a fake log on the fire (the only kind we're allowed) and settled into the couch for the day. The fake log is actually very satisfying - a perfect vision of bright jumping flames all around. With no sudden sparks or falling embers I do not need a fire screen, so it warms the room all the more. The cats and I are very cozy.