timprov: [sweet smile]
Me: Did you hear the Mr. Man out front? He's already removed them all.
timprov: Oh! I thought you were just talking in a funny accent and saying you like me!
Well, I do like the Timprov. But I also lack yews, and this makes me happy. I hated those damn yews. (The Mr. Man is the landscaper, pulling out rocks, stump, and yews so we can plant things in our front planter.)
Do I feel good this morning? No. Do I feel better? Definitely. This is the point where increased swelling and warmth would mean infection, so it's nice to see it decreasing instead. I am still not drive-safe, and I'm not sure I'll be able to do anything more than the trivial stuff to the book. Mostly another nothing-much day. Still, that's expected, and progress is good.
Hey, those of you who have recently friended me (and anyone else who feels like it): can you please introduce yourself? I'd like to know who's reading (and how you got here/why you stayed, if you remember).