Pirate Eye Patches and a nice nap
I have my eye surgery this morning, which I'm sort of looking forward to (no more leaky eye! good drugs! naps!) and sort of not (they should NEVER tell you at the pre-op surgical consult exactly what they're gonna do...it's too weird and icky, and I nearly lost my lunch).
I'm sitting in the bedroom with my shirt undone, no makeup, nothing to eat or drink since midnight, the cat howling at me, and the sun reflecting mustard gold on the turning leaves. Every once in a while I'll look up into the trees in the backyard, from my little office vantage-point, and see a leaf careen down through the branches, too tired to hold on any more, committing autumn leaf-i-cide. It's very pretty, and relaxing. Which I need.
Sort of freaking out a little. Yeah, I'm a big pussy-baby, I have no problem being puked on by my kids or seeing my husband's fresh surgery scar, or heck, I even loves me some Discovery Channel surgery shows. But when it comes to me being sick, yeah, I basically want my mommy. Pffft....
Have a good weekend, y'all!