The measure and the Masters

I'm on the third day of recovery and feeling more confident about moving around. I have defrosted, mostly, and put the corn back in the freezer.

Yesterday, it still felt like someone had kicked me in the balls repeatedly. You know, the way it feels up inside the stomach, like something inside has been squeezed and yanked. Thankfully, that sensation has mostly subsided. The tighty-whities do help considerably, but the catgut stitches keep catching and sending firecracker jolts out the top of my head. Maybe I'll try trimming them.

I don't know yet if I am going in tomorrow or not. I suppose I could, but my students would know exactly why I wasn't there Friday when they see me walk up. Which is probably common knowledge already, of course. Small school, and most of the teachers are moms of my students.

Right now, I'm reading Romeo & Juliet, watching The Masters, and considering, just considering, a stack of papers so I won't feel guilty.