Tired

Whew. The week is going well, but I'm so tired.

Bob came downstairs a little after 9:00 last night to find me sitting at my desk listlessly surfing the web, and he asked me why I didn't just go to bed. I told him that I was trying to make it 'til 9:30. Silly as it is, going to bed before 10:00 seems kind of weird, especially since I get up at 7:00. Surely I don't need more than nine hours of sleep, although lately it has seemed like it. Maybe I do, while I'm healing.

And even though I've been going to bed early, I'm not sleeping well--I go to sleep pretty quickly, but I can't stay asleep. So last night I took a couple of Tylenol PM capsules, which helped, I think--at least I stayed asleep until about 4:00, as I recall. Then when the alarm went off at 7:00, I really didn't want to get up. I still felt a little groggy from the medication. Oh well. I'm sure things will even out eventually.

Monday went fine. I had intended to work most of the day, maybe until 4:00, but Cello called around 3:15 and said that the roads were getting bad and I might want to think about starting home, so I took that encouragement and left.

Then on Tuesday, after I'd gotten up, gotten showered and dressed and all ready to go, I went out to the garage and the door wouldn't open. We had gotten several inches of snow the night before, so I thought it had probably drifted up against the door and either the weight was keeping the door from opening or it had frozen to the ground. So, as much as I didn't want to go out, I did.

I got a small shovel from the garage, went out the front door, and walked around the house to the garage at the side. I was being really careful, because there was ice under the snow and I definitely didn't want to fall. But once I got there, there was only about an inch of snow up against the door, which I brushed away, and there didn't seem to be any obvious reason for the door not to open.

Bob was still out of town, or he would have been helping me, obviously. I called him and told him what was going on, and he said he didn't want me trying to lift the door. I had already figured that out--even if I was strong enough to lift it, which I doubt, I definitely shouldn't even try at this point in my recovery. He suggested that I call his father, and while I really didn't want to bother them, Bob thought I should. So I called, and they were still asleep--they'd been woken up in the night by one of Bob's brothers, whose stepson had been in an auto accident on the icy roads--so I told Bob's mom (who I woke up) not to disturb him. So I was stuck, and probably just as well.

I called in to work and talked to Dave, who told me how to release the door if I needed to get out, and he also offered to come out and help me, but I told him I didn't have any pressing reason to leave--other than to go to work, of course--and would just stay put and work at home on some stuff. I went out a couple of hours later and tried it again, and this time it worked, so I assume it must have been frozen somehow, even though I couldn't see it.

I called in again, and told Dave I would come in, but he said I might as well stay home, and it really didn't make a lot of sense for me to drive downtown. So I had an inadvertent snow day.

I went in at the regular time Wednesday and had no trouble, but Cello asked me to leave early and make the bank deposit, so I left at 4:00. I'm not sure yet what today will bring.

I'm feeling really well. My little wounds are almost healed, I'm just trying not to scrape them or anything. My stomach is still a little tender and swollen, and it hurts a little when I cough or sneeze, but I'm sure all of those things are completely normal and will go away slowly over the next few weeks.