Tuesday, June 18, 2013


Is going so well, it's easy to forget I had surgery at all. At least until I drag the thing I am carrying ~ because I'm allowed to carry, again ~ down my hip and scrape it across the incision point. Other than that, and the very occasional twinge in the heart itself (to be expected, and not a source of concern), I am well, well, well. Even traipsing around NOLA with my mother, as proven by our trek down Bourbon Street.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.