I know, I know, it hasn't even been a week yet, but I had to get it off my chest.

This post-surgery time is definitely confirming that I am not meant to spend my days in loungewear. J assures me that I look cute in my cut-off yoga pants and hoodies, but I feel like a slob. I will be so happy when I can tolerate the idea of a zip fly on my pants and some structure again! And how frustrating to only be able to walk to the corner of my street and back, when I'm used to running a few miles.

/end rant

On the bright side, I have devoured half a dozen fashion magazines in short order (and a couple issues of some weightier stuff like Harper's). I am catching up on Arrested Development and getting some wear out of my old concert tees. I'm taking myself off of the good pain meds today and switching over to ibuprofen. And I managed to get coffee brought to me in bed this morning. I really do need to take full advantage of this while I can, don't I?