Max and I are camping out in a very small living room. It's a good thing he isn't terribly mobile. If he was moving in and out of my space I might have to scream. But, that big ole cast on his leg is keeping him in one place. That's a good thing.
Today has been a much better day for him! He slept and slept and slept and slept last night and this morning. If I hadn't heard him snoring away, I would have been concerned. I woke up about 7:30 this morning and started working on stuff for church. I LOVE logmein.com. I can completely access my work computer and act like I'm right there. I got a lot of things done and didn't have to leave the house. In fact, I probably got more done from home than I would have in the office. People tend to talk to me a lot - and though I love it, it messes with my schedule.
He finally woke up about 11:30 and has been moving around ever since. The epidural bruising is lessening and he is able to move himself around again. Whew! I don't have to fully nursemaid him anymore. Now, it's just down to cooking and running for him. Believe it or not, I went upstairs to his computer and installed 'logmein' up there so that he can access his music server from the laptop down here. Oh, we're a sick, techie family.
He's still awake at this point and that makes me feel better. I've been hoping and praying for the anesthesia to release it's hold on him. I'd rather have him alert while he's in my space (hmmm ... am I possessive of this space? I guess so). At least then we get to have interesting conversations. Right now he's listening (in his headphones) to the Beethoven Symphonies and commenting on the fact that at least one movement from each is familiar to the world. Ahhh, but there are two from the 5th Symphony that are familiar. Do you have these types of weird conversations at your house?
I am going to need him to shave soon. He got a haircut last week and had her shave him down pretty close to the scalp. The poor man doesn't have a lot of hair anyway, but this one was a little too close to 'skinhead' for me. Now with a heavy beard growth and very little hair on his head, he's starting to look a bit like something from a very bad neo-Nazi group. I thought I wanted him to have a beard and moustache. I think I don't want that so much anymore.
God has been good with this snow, but I think we've moved past good to 'too much of a good thing'. I am feeling better about leaving Max alone now - I think he can probably take care of himself at this point and I'm ready to get back out into the world. I have shopping to do (the cats are going to get hungry when I run out of cat food) and I really am going to need to get a Diet Mountain Dew soon.
Tomorrow is another day. I've had some stresses this week, but you know what? It's been a good week. God is still good ... all the time.