I did get a call from the younger sister, who wanted to know if she could be of any help (unpacking, grocery shopping, whatever) this weekend. There really isn't all that much she can do, but she is a whiz at gardening so I told her to come on over and I'd show her the area destined to become my little Eden once I can bend over enough to start weeding and planting.
I also made dinner last night; there was no excuse not to, since I was home all day. I took the lazy approach, and dumped a roast in a pot with potatoes, onions and carrots. Can't say I slaved, but at least I'm starting to break the "where do you want to go for dinner tonight" habit we were falling into. I'm sure that fast food crap wasn't doing my gut any good anyhow.
I feel like I should be waxing philosophically on deep subjects, since I'm spending most of my days with my legs propped up and a cat or two glued to my side. To be honest, the philosophical part of me seems to have dried up and vanished at the moment. I have no deep thoughts about illness, disability, inconvenience, or possible impending bad/good news. I'm just tired as hell and want to get more sleep. Oh, and I wouldn't mind seeing my navel again, and being able to put socks on, if anybody is taking requests out there.