Patient

So being impatient means I’m not a good patient. David’s gone for a week with the car so I’m stuck in a house in pain with no visitors. Of course this opens up vistas of possibilities for productivity. I’m reading a good book, something I don’t often make time for. I’m catching up on TV shows online. I’ve vacuumed the whole house (taking two days and plenty of rest stops). I’ve cleaned 100s of e-mails out of my in bin. I’ve edited seven or eight articles for the refugee and asylum seeker newsletter. I’ve called a few friends, none of whom are eager to visit. My doctor didn’t seem concerned about transmission, but my friends seem to be.

I have a very long list of things to do that I don’t want to do. We’ll see if my continued convalescence makes that list shorter.
9-28 to 10-1