Prayers, Hugs and Percocet
I don’t know why I save these daily blog posts until the evening, when everything hurts and the Percocet has either long run out or just kicked in. It’s not like I’m busy lately. It’s habit more than anything.
Maybe I’ll try to write tomorrow’s blog post at around 2 p.m., when I’ve just woken from a nap and my leg doesn’t yet ache from a half a dozen trips by walker to the bathroom and back.
I finished season two of Stranger Things today, and Dear Farenheit 451, but don’t ask me what happened in either one. A coworker stopped by with some food and more books: A Prayer for Owen Meany, a Brene Brown book, something with fancy type on the cover. The boys brought a little teddy bear from their stay at Grandma’s house with a red t-shirt that reads, “Need a hug?”