My sister’s husband had hip replacement surgery this morning, and is home already. He’s trying to walk around, saying it doesn’t hurt, but I hope he takes it as slowly as he’s supposed to. My sister says he has a high pain tolerance and he kept wanting to walk the entire corridor to go to the hospital parking lot.

She took him to the hospital before 5am, and had to stay there all day, since it was likely he’d be sent home, so I went over to take care of her dog and let him outside. Besides bringing over some cabbage rolls and salad so she wouldn’t have to prepare anything, I did some cleaning in the kitchen. It felt good to be useful to this sister who’s so thoughtful of everyone in the family. Funny how it’s easy to clean someone else’s kitchen but a pain to do my own. Well, actually kitchens aren’t bad. It’s scrubbing the shower that I hate.

Now I was going to find a wellness journal for him so he can write down his physical progress — we think doing this might keep him from doing actually too much too fast. Which reminds me, I’ve got to go out to walk. I hope the skunk I kept seeing previous nights keeps his distance.