Healing of the body, rotting of the brain

We are getting close to being a functional monkey again!!  The wound vac will come off next week, to be replaced with an intricate pattern of bandages and tape.  But, even looking like a first aid class gone wrong, being without the wound vac offers more mobility.

This week, I was finally able to rejoin the SMLF table.  And, it was celebratory cherry mt dews for everyone.

But, now I need to wean myself off the media I've been consuming during my confinement.  I have become TLC's viewing monkey. . . which is not a good thing at all.

In the beginning, I was streaming shows from PBS.  And, of course shows from my favorite foodies.  But, then, there were those dark nights where I watched Say Yes To The Dress back to back.  Then, the prime availability for both the foodie shows and the wedding dress show disappeared and I had to find something else to watch.  I watched some crime shows, but I also fell into the TLC abyss.  Two "reality" shows involving over indulged southern men . . . some dude name Christley (I think) and a bunch of whiners in Charleston, SC.  Frankly, now that I write this, I don't even know if they are TLC shows . . . they just seem to be the TLC sort.

I also have given into reading comments on the interwebs.  Fortunately, Jezebel has the best comments ever.  The folks who read/comment seem thoughtful and willing to say they made a mistake and discuss . . . but they are also terribly funny.  This holds for news stories, opinions, and gossip stories.  I am hoping reading the clever comments on their site is balancing the harm done by my television habits.

But did you hear that one of the Dugger daughters is engaged?

Random

I stayed up way too late last night finishing a book.  This Book.  I thought about suggesting that anyone who has doubts about their own fitness as a parent should read it, then I remembered one or two really terrible parents I know who probably shouldn't get any funny ideas that they are actually swell at their job.  I found myself trying to find a single character I could find sympathetic.  I guess I could stretch and say there were a couple secondary characters, but it would be a stretch.  Then again, all the other characters were viewed through the lens of the narrator who was truly horrible.

This is my newest obsession snack.  In fact, I have a small can sitting next to me right now.  Even Phenom likes them and usually wasabi or horseradish isn't his thing.  Now that I know they come in 1 lb bags, I might have a real problem.

Over the Easter weekend, Phenom and I took a mini-break and headed up to his old hometown.  We stay in a hotel now because he no longer has living relatives in the area.  But, his little home town is a lovely place.  And, DAMN! they wear good shoes.  I always find shoes when we visit.  I bought some of these, 30% off.  And, something kinda like these at 50% off.  There was one more shoe store I wanted to visit (store wide sale) but we kept getting there when they were closed.

I keep declaring weekends "diet free" times.  I was so disappointed to find that those forbidden foods that I so looked forward to weren't as tasty as I hoped they would be.  The fried fish seemed dry.  The rolls and bread just seemed bland.  Damn it.  We even stopped by a Dunkin' Donuts, and my usual chocolate cake donut just seemed dull.  Oh well, more wasabi almonds I guess.