Sorry but it's not much

Really, there's not much to report.

I feel fine, I move around, then I feel really, really tired. I'm having trouble distinguishing between needing to rest and space out to heal my wound and being lazy. They're not mutually exclusive, but I'm definitely a give an inch take a mile kind of guy and if I'm not uptight with myself about timing and responsibility I can go very slack very fast. I am slooooowly picking up schoolwork, but I'm still unable to sit in a chair for very long, so I'm allowing that to be the reason I'm not doing a lot of reading and typing for my conference paper that's due in two weeks (yikes!).

But I'm finally able to get around more, which means making dinner for my wife and doing the dishes when she makes me dinner. That feels good. I could also have my first sip of alcohol in two weeks and I had a tumbler of Jack Daniels, which tasted like paint. What the! Do I have to re-acclimate myself to hard alcohol? I hope not. If so, I may just have to go to some really good stuff, get some Knob Creek or Sazerac and work my way backwards instead of gritting through the lower range stuff. Wine tastes fine. Of course I'm being sparing with the alcohol: it thins the blood, which doesn't help healing any, and well, I can't imagine it does much for the body's recuperative powers at all.

A mixed blessing arrived two days ago: the Planet Earth series started rolling in from Netflix. As with all their really desirable movies, you have to wait many, many weeks to get this, and I had hoped to have them during my convalescence. Alas. But the good news is that now I can be sure to watch them with my wife, which is a lot more fun. And the better news is, these things are unbe-friggin-lievable. We've been absolutely filled with awe, real awe, at the staggering power and beauty of this planet. We can't recommend these things highly enough.

We're off to a dear friend's wedding this weekend. I'm usually a dancing fool, but I've been given strict orders prohibiting me from doing so. That'll be really rough, especially since this friend totally got down with us at our wedding. She'll understand, I'm sure, but it's not going to be easy for me to watch my friends boogeying while I can't move. I'm looking forward to getting out of Chicago, but I'm nervous about the effect of the travel on me. Two and half hours in the car won't feel so hot for my ass is what I'm thinking. I hope it's okay, since once we come back, I will be thrust into school whether I like it or not: lots of meetings to kick off the year and then classes start the following week.

And so yeah: rent Planet Earth by the BBC.