Recovering

The great not-so-secret pleasure of recovering from abdominal surgery is the freedom to laze about and accomplish little of consequence, all in the guise of illness. I had the day to myself today, without husband or child, and took to my bed with the laptop, some books, some magazines, a stack of gardening catalogs and two telephones. I did actually do a spot of work (internet access to my office lets me pretend to be working and assuages the guilt). And I made some phone calls (follow-up with the surgeon, complaint to the insurance company, job offer to a prospective employee). But mostly, I napped and read and poked around the internet. Don't get me wrong - I'm staggeringly tired and still quite sore - but a reclining position does wonders for both of those afflictions.